Ignorance - Poem by Alex Adeoye
If I say am free of this
The sick among us
Will diagnose a dangerous sickness
And name it after me.
If I, because of that keep this to myself
And say nothing, then
I would be counted among them, the robbers.
I'll not leave the ugly face of this sours
And keep the flies in destructive occupation
And continue to dance to the old tune.
Ill open the water bag and let out the smell as the water travels
I'm prepared for challenge or death
I have achieved if I open the can
To continue will be the business of better hands.
The fact is there, we are not lucky
Only if we will unchain the crying mother land
From the grip of the two opposing walls
And safe her the pain and agony
For her to take care of her suffering sons and daughters
I'll not blame my fate on any business man
Whose interest is clear and ready to balance
His account and smile to enjoy his coffee and his profit
I'll not act a cause or march for carnage
And lay waste the resources here
To the applause of the coward
Who would not use his money to create benefit
But for destruction and retribution
I pity myself.
The sound is loud the truth is clear
We are an object of truce amidst battle of two giants
Come to think of it, education and the Bible
were Invented by the west,
Holy Quran and Islam by the east
They influenced us greatly and we lost ourselve
We begin to run around
and cover our eyes with the wrapper.
So as we are falling, the blame is on us.
The west wind blown away the proceed of our first seed
The brave among us only reacted and lost there foot
Their sons became a donkey
And black became slaves
In our magnanimity we took religion for a solace.
At list we didn't come with a thing
The last day so we go with nothing,
But heaven is better for sinless and gentle.
As if its done the eastern Hawks came
Meaner and aggressive with same message
But from a new perspective.
We became illusive.
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