We sang the songs of old
Away from home
Our God-forsaken home
We had deserted this home; unwillingly
Captured; bundled; transported
Farm hands; sex toys; right-less; slaves we had become
The master, once a friend; came trading, felt our weak system and breached it
We succumbed, un-meekly; fighting for our lives and land
But Centuries and decades un-end, He traded in hu-man, with sophisticated aide
Home beckoned on us again; Yes, when freed unwillingly
Property-free; price-less, pride-less free-men we had become
A dramatic return
We sang the songs of old; On our way home
Old songs adulterated with alien lyrics
And we hummed 'all-day' on our way to our long forsaken home
For centuries, we ate the alien’s diet and lived his life
We spoke his language and danced to his rhythm;
We behaved his way and imbibed his religion
We carried mixed feelings, on our way back home
One was hope; the hope of landing on the original land
One was fear; the fear of rejection by our own blood
(June 2006, National Theatre, Accra)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is true, and we have very little we can do but go forward....very nice poem sir