TO YOU, THE TRAITORS
To all those house negroes, alienated by the darkness of the Republic,
You have forgotten the horrors of slavery and colonization,
To believe in the delusions of assimilation and integration.
Know that in the eyes of the descendants of slave traders,
You are still regarded as chattel, stripped of humanity.
You may sing the Marseillaise at the top of your lungs,
You may betray the legacy of your African roots,
These racist capitalists will never cease to ravage the cradle of humanity.
Your complicity will never erase the atrocities of the slave trades.
Your cowardice will never suffocate the torment of the deported in the Caribbean and Arabia.
Your betrayal will never strangle the Pan-African convictions
That rise from the ashes of Africa’s colonial trading posts.
Keep cursing your melanin beneath the feet of the West,
You will end like those Senegalese riflemen massacred at Thiaroye by French soldiers.
You are like those anti-Semitic Frenchmen
Who actively served the demonic project of the Third Reich.
You are ashamed to be Sub-Saharan Africans.
Your ancestors will never be Gauls, nor Arabs.
You may be Christians or Muslims,
But never forget your holy land is Africa.
Do you really believe you’ll taste the lies of a slave master’s paradise?
Your treachery confirms that there were Black slave traders
During the Arab-Muslim and transatlantic slave trades.
Keep fighting to be the favorite negroes of a slave-owning, colonial system—
You will never belong among my people.
You are quick to defend Palestine, yet flee
From the crimes against humanity committed in Africa.
You fear being called ungrateful by the Republic’s negrophobic supremacists.
You take part in persecuting Africans who uphold liberty, equality, and fraternity.
You are no different from the children of immigrants
Who believe that the vanity of crime will stop the West from stealing Africa’s resources.
Keep believing that the savagery of miscegenation will muzzle the hate of those negrophobes,
Who speak of a “great replacement” as their decaying civilization gasps for breath.
To these racialists, you’ll always be parasites clinging to welfare in a bankrupt economy.
While you defend the Republic’s prosperity, these economic criminals
Continue to rape, ravage, and plunder Africa for centuries.
They want you to celebrate the colonial ugliness of the darkest pages of their tragic history.
The color of your skin is cursed with the stigma of poverty.
Copyright ©
Auguste Romain Nyecki
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