White Rats Poem by Idris Adesina

God! I report again
And this time the last.
They have come again
In thousands and fast
In the night before dawn,
With mirror and comb but not tanks,
Rats with hundred hands
Hunt my hunted meat
A black man's hope for fete.

Like Jack did our land,
As God's men they came,
Preached and preyed on our follys
Made ur strangers to our soil.
And the gods wept
as the shrines turn durst.
Under the white-skinned law,
Our culture turned flaw.
Our kins dragged to the army,
Who knew nothing but farming.
They worked not for a wage
And punished for alien crimes.

And we journeyed to New World
With blade rosette on our necks.
And those who could not go
served food for the sea fish.
These rats I have known long,
What Negro is to rats.
But now they say: see
On God! To kill a rat is a sin.