Poetry
The Slavery
Our future had been forgotten in our YESTERDAY We have called Holy Ghost thunder to fire our FOREFATHERS
The Slavery They entered our lands and killed US They made our kings to work like a condemned HORSE We feared their whips, so we worked harder with FORCE It was suffering with no sign of PAUSE Our Crown was our PRIDE Our deities were our GUIDE Good was everywhere, the evil ones did HIDE Within a century, all our beliefs have DIED Their Crown remains the GREATEST Our Crowns compare to a Local Government is the LOWEST What's the difference between our Monarchs and the QUEEN? But the power equation made us loose for they always WIN Our future had been forgotten in our YESTERDAY We have called Holy Ghost thunder to fire our FOREFATHERS All our ancestors are evil so we must PRAY Now the Spirits of our forefathers watches us with DISMAY By one man's crafty thinking, we were captured and SOLD Our strength and wealth made their country richer than GOLD Our ancestors built their lands yet they were still KILLED They saw them as nothing though they were very SKILLED I was told they don't want us to KNOW For our greatness is if we get the FLOW Ignorance is making everything SLOW What a shame, we may never ever GROW Power... Made available only to fools in AFRICA Reason they always go back to the Slave MASTER Paul Kagame has shown us the way to GREATNESS We must arise and grab power in FULLNESS In all these, I can still see the LIGHT Only if we can learn from the past and make things RIGHT For they have programmed us to always FIGHT Which divides us and reduces our MIGHT What a continent with so much SUFFERING Corruption not dying always EVOLVING Poverty so much with good people DYING We can try, and maybe keep on TRYING There is so much HOPE We will do everything possible to COPE In all these confusion there is a light ROPE For amongst the so called corrupt... God is raising a POPE. History is another good read from the same author
