I am proud.
To be part of the world where defeat doesn't exist.
A part of the world where cultural diversity and ethnicity are part of our identity.
Our heritage, wrapped round the veins in our hearts like gifts to our bodies and souls, we know.
We know how we live in peace,
This peace, is loud and disturbing that we ask ourselves if we truly live in peace or...
Pieces.
A silent chaos!
We are encouraged by our mothers,
To serve the land of our fathers!
Everyday, we all turn the reality of our presumed facilities in all times and seasons.
We tear and wear apart silently.
Politics is a dirty game we soil our names.
Where the most wealthy and experienced are tamed.
Tamed zombies affecting our abilities,
This is what we see
And this, is our reality
As positions shift, we realise this democracy is a deceit!
Where everyone struggles for power, for a chair to seat.
While the masses die and rot in defeat.
This peace,
A fight never won with war.
How the sweat of our past hero's yelled for!
Peace, peace!
When would we truly find ease?
Not to feel the pain, strength in our grievance we gain.
We emphasis the truth of our lives in peace and unity.
We, although our days are dark,
We speak and spark
In these words of poetry.
©Madinah_Writes
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Fragrance From A Black Flower
Poetry#1 in blackpoets This collection of poems is intended to give some account of the conditions in which African oral poets produce their works, and the audiences to which they address themselves. However, even the most summary account of this topic is...
