Daydreams Daydreams For I Dream.. of kicking against these Prícks Like the martial art of Kung Fu in Bei-jing or something like Martin Luther the King A Black King An African.. American? Yes You Best believe I am Profess'n All three of these But honestly I could never have been a Slave For my mental State Is sorta like that of Kunta Kinte But ain't no half- steppin' with me For I still have Two feet To place In front of Me And that would be In-du-bi-ta-bly As I Awake Arise and Proceed with no dis- ease or Fear in Me Now Faith-ful-ly just to Lead my People
When I think of black lives matter, I have my own way of seeing it
Open arms of our ancestors were chained by salvation Imprisoned for their hospitality to wolves in white robes Exemplars of ideal piety in a sea of persistent savagery Anathematizing our ethnicity to centuries of slavery.
A rich heritage was converted by ecclesiastics In exchange for a theology void of its vast history. Kingdom's senior to Rome birthed civilizations, agriculture and commerce. Yet its philosophy was condemned and baptized by brainwashers.
Our fruitful Motherland and legends found wanting by their holy book, Genesis 9:25-27: "Cursed be Canaan! The lowest of slaves will he be to his brothers. He also said, 'Blessed be the Lord, the God of Shem! May Canaan be the slave of Shem."
A poisoned doctrine arrested mentality of lineages To deprive and surrender self, seeking an afterlife eternity, To wholeheartedly fund false prophets n preachers of hypocrisy And remain blinded to our heritage and congenital blessings.
"Africa must wake up, Sleeping sons of Jacob" In slumber we backboned empires enteprises and entertainment Still failing to grant our compensation and true valuation Cause we are now followers to their Chains of Salvation.
A poem to enlighten myself as well as readers about the Misfortunes and sufferings of Africa and Africans who depend on religion to set them free, the same religions that holds us captive.