Stolen Treasure Poem by Eustace Dunn

Down the shores of the Niger
They came like the taste of ginger
Roaring the sound of a tiger
They came carrying their unseen digger
It was the scramble for and partition
Of her nations without permission
She became bribed with civilization
She forgets that it started in one of her nations.
Her nations took the masters’ persuasions
Then her treasures were stolen away with pleasure.

Crossing the river Nile down to Zambezi
She saw for a while those she called Nazi.
They came in search of her treasures
They needed the treasures beyond all measures
They got her nations with religion and money
And later waded in with their legion of army
Her nations gave them their hearts in folly
Giving and submitting to them wholly
They then took over her pinnacle fully
And brought her under their ridicule mainly

They put all efforts to steal away her peace
Living her in what she knew to be amiss
And finally took away the kiss of her bliss.
The source of her purse was whisked in her puss.
The unity among her children was shattered.
The policy found in her reverence was scattered.
But all those to the main masters never mattered.
With her children, the masters’ cities were watered.
Her magic was condemned and taken away.
As her tragic stories still linger in her way today.

Her nations were taken for years
Leaving many in tears.
Freedom seemed near
But she had many fears in those years.
She was so obedient though in smear.
Her kings betrayed their subjects with fear.
Kings sold their queens in tears.
Husbands gave away wives for a comb
Parents sold their children for spoons.
Taken to the land of no return, they never returned.

She became old and restless
She was powerfully powerless
Her bright children fought for so long.
For fighting for freedom,
They were cast out of the kingdom.
They were jailed for so long.
The freedom later granted was not free.
They took away her treasures in spree.

Now they have come back
They have come back to steal again.
They have come to quench her culture
They have come to kill her traditions.
They have come through her children.
They have come to make them forget
To make them forget their original culture
It is cultural imperialism named civilization
It is euthanasia in disguise
Africa this time has to be wise.