A Hole In The Whole Identity. - Poem by delalorm fiaka
A walk in the park? ..i beg your pardon.. a walk in the stark serene or rather dark terrain of our supposed emancipation..the twilight is forthcoming..maybe after the fourth coming of Christ! ... maybe after we collude with our clandestine consciences and choreograph incandescent crescent waves of simple virtue... rescue the residue of the colloid we colluded with the immiscible missiles miscellaneously launched on our habitat of virtue..
How about we hold out our hearts on the pitchforks of our deeds? ?
how about we hold up the carts in which we take the twitch hikes to the land of greed? ?
how about today you be me and i be you? NO! how about i be you and you be me? ? how about you be you and me? ?
We struggle to be.. we fail to see that we cannot be when we are not we....
who then are we? ?
A collection of subordinate fingers aching to swerve our true destiny by serving the interests of a bunch of stiff necked wrecks? ? ? ....
A 21st century cast of the rendition of 'BY THE RIVERS OF BABYLON'... remix 'BY THE RIVERS OF THE BABYLON WE HAVE CREATED FOR OURSELVES IN OUR OWN BACKYARD'? ? ?
Africa unite! cos we moving out of babylon! we moving to our fatherland! ...
WE ARE THE CHILDREN OF THE AFFLUENCE OF NATURE...
WE ARE THE SCHOLARS OF TIMBUKTU
WE ARE KOFI ANNAN
WE ARE NELSON MANDELA
WE ARE KOMLA DUMOR
WE ARE CHINUA ACHEBE
WE ARE AFRICA!
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