Words infiltrated
Songs impregnated
Diets percolated
Dressings permeated
Centuries after centuries,
I watch my culture penetrated
Redefined by currency notes that were once pearly cowries.
Year after year
Defined is our nation as it accepts civilization.
Or is it we that leads ourselves to such destruction?
Worshipping negated
Tradition deserted
Folklore vitiated
Costume abated
Superstition rejected
Yet, I watch nature reprobated
Reneged for artificial and science and technology.
Generation after generation
We bleach the beauty of our rich past and history.
Forgetting what it feels and owns and looks like.
Day after Day
Our mother African, like dirt is being washed away
Or is our blind eyes that don't see her this way?
Or it's our dried mouths have nothing worthy to say?
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