AFRICA
The land of milk and honey
Greener pasture for Hungary cows
Hmm Plenty nourishment
Country of black development
Though unequal changes
Yet
Peace and unity prevail
Until the last days of White's intrusion
Black turned to white
White became dominant
Black became recessive
But why?
Black became second class
And they became first
But why?
The black however is complete
Be it assimilation, culture
Of course built out of dust
Then it was a happy world
Then it was a free life
Then it was serene unity
Despite Our "Barbaric Savaging"
So they said...
There was a hard-earned civilisation
There was a culture
There were languages in multiple
The religion was rich
Of course with sacrifices
But now, O My God!
It is a colossal of disappointment
A complete annihilation
By the blasphemous whites
The green turned to brown
The black changed to coloured
No identity!
No more happy home
Only a complete destitutions of your children
O am afraid of the great name
Called before with zealous mind
And praised beyond measure
Yet
The mountain shall bow
The forest shall disappear
The structures raised shall collapse
All ears shall tingle
Fore-fathers raised with avenging hearts;
For all their labours thrown to dogs
If the mighty name is called
Giant Elephants and lions,
Great mountains not even Everest shall disappear
Seas and Oceans shall empty
The guilty ones death, living and coming would seek sanctuary
Fearing the quake of the great name
And
Its coming wrath!
My innocent soul
My inexperienced self
My unworthy mind and mouth
Is bursting in pain
For conceiving the thoughts of this great and worthy name
Only the patriots
Only the sinless
Only the incorruptible ones
Only the saints
Only the non racist whites
Only the Great and Mighty God
Can
Lift my soul; my opened mouth and holding my left and right hands
Barjay helping in laying my **** on a solid Rock; sitting and ringing
The announcement bell
As a sigh and sign of approval;
To call the unbeatably indomitable
The gigantic and the enormous name
Of which,
Our great grand fathers and ancestors died building and shaping toward perfection
Only a small whisper
But
A giant name rushes out
A-F-R-I-C-A!!!
Quaking me to numb stillness
May you live long
To claim your past glories and bring back sanity
May you search right and destroy
The traitors, intruders and damage their wicked hearts beyond repair dead or alive
O Africa! Africa my Motherland!
Do not be vexed with our leadership's arrogance
Make them realise;
Realise the danger that lies ahead
The demons they are carving and building
Ruining not I alone
But WE and their hopeful generations to come!
For change to come we must all participate collectively
O My Africa!
Save us from destruction
And take us Home!
Home Again!
James Gibek Jude
(4th May 2005)
Tribute to Independent celebration 1st October
