African SpiritualityPoetry
The History
Millions of our forefathers were MISLED With another man's culture they were FED Oh the influence of power I DREAD It came to Africa and and my culture became DEAD We are narrowed to a religious thought on a FRIDAY Nailed to another man's religion on a SUNDAY Another man's religion is now our heaven's WAY Repent now! They say or with your soul you will PAY Our path are forever lost in the books of HISTORY Deep stories that will never ever again be TOLD With our generation that is always in a HURRY Our tradition has become that of OLD Shango my Alaafin was very BRAVE He changed the world and took Oyo out of primitive CAVE We grew beyond the shores to even Cot d'Ivoire oh! The truth I CRAVE Now my hero is a demon and even His own descendant bears DAVE Power... That made man of God the God of MAN For his sheep, he does not have any good PLAN Yet they bring all the tithes and offerings to his BARN Preaches to all but only a few can come to his CLAN Power, the stodgy spirit that makes the smart one a MORON Even when he sees danger ahead, he still carries ON We are doomed to be poor before we were BORN Watching us in epidemic penury is to them a great FUN Power that puts the dead colonial master in CHARGE They are long dead but our consciousness is at LARGE Is it not when we bring together what we know to MERGE That the true greatness of Africa will EMERGE? They came here and our fathers lost CONTROL Take took our wealth and gave us in return a Fish ROLL We can never matter in their opinion POLL We own crude oil, yet they still sell us PETROL I will wait to learn the essence of WISDOM For we need it to revive our African KINGDOM For hundreds of years we have been raped without CONDOM The way to our powers is to dance to the rythm of our sacred DRUM
