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BLACK CONSCIOUSNESS

I found I was inexperience the very day I experienced my first experience, So I decided to do wrong because I was engaged in over righteousness, I have sown a particular seed of truth In the strange garden which I planted, The seed must be allowed to germinate And grow until it is ready for harvest, It shall bear only one fruit, The fruit shall contain only one seed, This seed shall be the seed of crime, Oh, some crimes brings much Experience in liberty and justice, We have been liberated in the Mist of their inhumane crimes against us, I wonder who really invented the name Africa, They think we are poor and needy But we are rich with excess Untapped human and natural resources, We are not lost But have found the Black Star Which is the compass for all mankind, We never went to them, They came to us, They came to exploit us by cheating, Deceiving and bringing confusion among us, Oh, that old serpent, the devil, They began colonizing us, But with Bosom on our side None sustained into the twenty-first century, They claim to be superior to the black man, But this is just the beginning, Within forty-years, we were able To gain our independence First with the spirit of Ghana And finally crushed apartheid triumphantly, We gave them a hospitable atmosphere When they first arrived on our shores As orphans and beggars, Not knowing, they were looters and murderers, They pride themselves as the introducers of The Christian faith in the land of the Blacks, They have no idea about Makeda, the Queen of Sheba, Who later marriage King Solomon, the wise king, No idea about the Ethiopian eunuch Who was baptized by Philip in the name of Jesus, No idea about Ras Kabutu Munhunutapa, Was Jesus Christ not nursed in the Land of Blacks? They realized the beauty in the Black woman and had the gut To propose to mother Africa (Sudan), Upon refusal, they raped and brutalized Some of the daughters of mother Africa, But the Almighty shall restore the excellence And pride of Africa, Like the excellence of the Garden of Eden, Oh, what a devil with an attitude, None of them speaks the truth, They are full of injustice and deception, Yes, Ethiopia is our home And the Land of the Pharaohs is our pride, We do not only boast in our ancient glory, But we have a future glory of an Africa, Which a future Mentuhotep II shall unite us with, Yes, a future glory of black superiority, Which a future Ras Kabutu will make us behold, We are all pilgrims walking on the same Road with different destinations, Yet they are afraid of a united African force, They shall surely give an account to Him Who is ready to judge the living and the dead, They sold us as slaves in order to Steal our pride, depopulate and demoralize us, So that, they can use their secondary Intelligence to exploit our resources, But they will not succeed for long, For we know their ways of deception, Yes, we are the prisoners of hope, Very soon, we shall be like Jewels of a crown Lifted like a banner over the earth and space, Is it normal to be normal? Oh, see how the Balance weighs down The opportunist and the Group of Eight, Inequalities have taking over the Impartiality and fairness of man, Who got away with the last hit? The answer is always in the naive one Who has purposed in his heart not to answer, For they built themselves towers, Heaped up our silver and diamond like dust, And our gold and timber Like the mire of the streets, Behold, the Almighty will cast them out, He will destroy their powers in the sea, And they will be devoured by fire, For we are the children of Tweaduampon, The ones made from the richest part of the earth The cradle of mankind, The true descendant of Ras Kabutu, We are the Africans We are the survivors, We seek a Heavenly Nation, We keep our faith in the African Personality, We keep our eyes on the road of African Unity, Keep your head up on the Black star, Keep on keeping on in the Black mentality, Without defying the establishment! © PRINCE NANA ANIN-AGYEI Email: [email protected]
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