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AFRICA! A DARK CONTINENT?
AFRICA! A DARK CONTINENT?
I saw light,
And connected early in flight
Making civilization my right
Much conquest displayed our might
Gigantic empires, our hallmark
My ingenuity, the pyramid marked
Appreciating value,
We made gold celebrity
Civilizations pillar, rests on our value
I was a world marinade in bliss
Communal fraternity, framed my peace
Amidst my wonders, pyramid ranked least
As perfume, my wisdom permeated all
My intellectual citadel, nursed civilization
Yes! I may be black, yet am the great
As Iroko would, I sheltered continents
In light and beauty, am a bride in scramble
Adventurous expedition,
Testimonies of my allure
For my offspring’s,
My light found the new world
By Trans-Atlantic conspiracies
I was plundered to squalor
Yes, to spice their splendor
As sour grapes, it tasted for me
Dis-virgined, with all the crudity
Their civilization offered
By this much,
Am judged dark and backward
For their backward,
My forward was stolen
Is black being back?
Could back be always back?
Am I dark, because am black?
By their actions, I saw their dark ward
Truly, my wisdom lit their darkness
My plundered affluence,
In aesthetics is their flaunt
Yes! My blood, soil and oil,
Even my children labored it
Their boom, sprang from my stable
To liberate them, we were soldiers
My sweet dark gold
Oils their motions like lotion
Blood gold and diamond
Their endless greed celebrate
My bean seed,
Sustains them nourished
My timbers sweats,
To uphold their reckless obesity
More than fair, I did gave
Yet am vilified,
Abused, and so neglected
I ask, what marries dark with light?
True word, its need
Time matures,
My darkness is yet to light
Alas! My dark light, glows their path
My beauty still light the globe
Who really is Dark the Continent?
Even more, am thrown bananas
Branding me monkey
I was used like a donkey
Evolution confused, they points me
Am Africa, mothering civilization
A pillar supporting all
A Pictured template of the backwardness
Yes! Proudly black, yet am mixed
My seeds, fair, good as best
That’s the brands they come
Am I backward just being black?
Is black the back?
Listen all good ears
Am black proud,
Never yielding to pride
Am not dark nor backward
Events may spread blame
But light, laughter, warmness, wealth,
Beauty, wisdom and even more
Makes my profile magic and attractive
Above all, am irresistibly a beauty.
Felix Joseph Osaeghemede
([email protected])+2348037825027.
Written:30- 4- 2008 ;02-20am-03-35am.
Critiques
chumfin
16 years 1 month ago
WELCOME RAVEN OF HOPE.