Dissolutions 2. Poem by Felix Emeka George

I.

The men of moon, the cross and star
goodly religion, because they taught us
Love, peace, tolerance and forgiveness
As the leader di not not killed the Medinates
So he did not not slain nor the Jews
I am yet to fathomed the base of these faith

The law of men who, the executors
Executes men by hanging and gunners
I shock daily and rapididly
I do not know
What the two men lectured,
God bless them
So greatly, a role model
An examplinary
Which know no force
Which the way of evil

ii.

The black man wine and gin
Genuinely growths are unlike,
The white man gry gin together,
They pour on soil in liberation
By the priest and individual
Just because we are democrates
The shrine of okeke is not of okafor
In our morality, before the coming
Of the thos alien men
Who added a camwood into our sacrified gin
The crimson of their faith
Turned our white clothe drink to red
Those idle men who eat with their ten finger
Deepin their hand in pretext to gain
In stealing recognition and con fusion
From the alter of the almighty

iii.

Without and within the alien
It is a sacrilege
Who takes items from the shrine
Untill we we're administrative
In the white men shrines
Where our faith is told to be
Fetchs and diet because
They said; we worship idol
Because we are magician and wizard
Like a door, we still mute and
Swingled to their calls
To them calling our ancestors and diety devil

iv.

I went to this world in mind my heart
And saw in a snap-out at the brain
To this jet race, I would say:
I acknowledge as the only race
With the letter ‘g' of the faith
To say
They bow down only to small and wicked GOD
The rest due to one big good ‘
And holy God
The Buduism GODS
The Hinduism Gods
Are in a big g
And they worship as they were taught
Who suffer the jet plain in slavery days
The chain of slavery has broken
Yet my black race is in chain
What is this I heard of accepting God
The lesser and no faith?

v.
in annoyance to this claimed
wester magic gain men
who has seen the cloud and
walk the seas
in the moonlight of eyes
read many letters
and their chiefs
who were like the peacork
in fighting and tussling for kingship
whose tradition is religion to our culture
we still smile
like a mauling by the fire side
they called you names of medicine man
do you ask them how they know
sorcecy and hearer'
who through magic in their bussiness
to work still
they call it my religion
we are not know for killing
in the name of minster
the men of higher calibre are permitted in shrine
because is as pure as nature
we do not like fake
artificial it in writing letter

vi.

god is like the orbit and moon
when flutter
look through the cloud and underneath
we cannot denied the existence of the air
because his presence is here and
there and everywhere
why do I believe you
say my God is written in letter small G
And it is unholy and develish
Who invented the alphabets and the words
And we willing agreed in their teaching
As if there was no creator before their advent
I am the victim, my name is of the slave
Beause we accepted the words of the masters
Who claim our God is lesser god
Who will tell me
Before their arriver
Our ancestors and deities know one thing
God is only one in the universe
They still claimed we do not know GOD
Because they want to be above me
claimed we do not know GOD
Because they want to be above me.