The Origin Poem by chapman winston

The Origin



In the world of disparity and disparage for fellow men
my colour and origin, is now stampede for my progress
fellow humans demeaning my status
with huge sense of alienation and no regard for humanity
hopeless ground is my foundation to rise
discrimination is the status quo they operate with
feeble say did i have to change situations
but my feeble fate i held onto for change

the black man now a mortal enemy
in the sight of aliens
an unfriendly zone i made my home
a zone with no respect for culture and norms
in this zone did i realize hello to a native
was an inverse way to say runaway
a bitter sweeter treatment
was i enveloped with
for once i curse my stars
hoping to see the change i dreamt of

mounting a podium to preach unity
was like a thunderbolt making is way
through my territory
why is it a curse to be a black man?
i cried and longed for long life
to see the story the unborn generation has got to tell
At crossroad i sang a song of hope
a sign of relieve dawn on me
cos i remembered a great continent
which shared the same ambitions as mine

A continent where cultural preservation was upheld
A continent where respect for humanity was the order of the day
A continent which had togetherness as its basis
yes this is where i belong to
a true continent with no regard for disparity
in colour, sex, culture and origin.
i've found my home, i've found my trace and origin
i've my zone that harbour my pain
AFRICA WAS THE CONTINENT, AFRICAN MAN WAS MY NAME

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Allemagne Roßmann 08 September 2012

Splendid write brother...its all western media distorting the image for their foul business motives

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