On knees begged we
As they launched their minds on us
They stole the all we kept in safe-keeping
In return— we fed the rot from their staple
Were we that so blind,
That the hall of recognition
Never opened her doors for us to pass through the eyes?
Perhaps— we liked them beyond the snores of our pillows.
Where on earth should exchange be so daze filled?
I weep to the core of me
When the genesis of our past
Comes to the panel table for surgery?
Twice the bite of a viper
Thrice the poison injected—
Yet I feel our minds light needs to change
Yes— you, me, our minds need to alternate from this piled corrosion breaking our African souls.
The Village Thinker © 2014