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Adookorn Auaduma@auadumaadookorn150359
9 days ago
the life my fathers,
the equation of elementary living
were not burdensome
they wake with the sun
sharpen their machete and hoe,
explore nature on the farm
in the wood
at sea
pensive as mourner procession;
their yearning glide within the confine
of conscience
their power tug like torrent
billow against storm,
suck the breast of nature
they traded their yield by barter
with selfless hustle
free from avaritia
lazy blokes that couldn't thread the strenuous path
were sustained by the selfless
labour of others
all had their living woven
with ribbons of contentment
even if they lacked the moral
lessons of the holy book;
their sin-
guarded by conscience
- were tolerated by nature
those generations of contented
men and women are lost
from the memory of our act
from the rear
of the sea of freewheeling culture
that entwine the naive,
exchanged
salt for soul
gunpowder for power
bible for blood
money for morality
they bought our conscience
we sold our warriors and gods
lost the power of defence;
we were stolen into slavery
still, in the snare of servitude
by leaders anoited with greed
we prefer to slave -
porter the faeces of whites
in affluent land
will i vie for a job
display in the palm of the devil
or sail my corpse on the way
to Europe and America
come what may?
