Our oppressors have pretended to surrender power,
Yet, beneath the white mask of their false alliance,
They bind our peoples to their dominion,
And doom our lands to the tears of a black winter.
Through secret pacts they devour all our gold,
Installing crowned lackeys to remain in place,
While, beneath the yoke, our people weep,
And watch our vast and precious treasure flee into exile.
It is a theft without cannon, a silent crime,
That casts humanity’s cradle into an anxious cold,
To steal from children their noble destiny.
But Africa’s voice, deep within remembrance,
Proudly rejects the chain in its disguise,
And raises the free man toward his future.
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silent snowfall drifts~
each flake dissolves on my tongue
like whispered treaties.
the war drums thaw into streams
where children skip rope, laughing.
Everywhere the white man put his foot
unerringly on unwary locals he stepped
'til they became downtrodden
unable their customs to accept
physically mentally financially
from top to toe stern to stem
to his own advantage
he used abused and exploited them
no matter their culture
what floats their boat but gets my goat
Government-approved
he pushed religion down their throat
lies were spoken treaties broken
but we can't undo what they have done
and after all these years of dislocation
history has shown too little too late
reparation is no compensation
A treaties are packs of benefits of many
Honor them all days rain or sunny!
Negotiations
War torn countries in conflict
A tenuous link
BROKEN TREATIES
I’m sorry I’ve had to withdraw;
Although it wasn’t the law.
My heart isn’t in it.
There must be some limit.
To that which we write for applause.
[I'm so sorry. I pulled my entry from the limerick contest.]
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