A Black Mans Invocations Poem by Harry Biosah

Brother,
We have arrived at the end of the tunnel,
Still we see no light...
On the turbulent road,
We encountered emissaries
Who schooled us
About turning the right cheek
When dazed on the left;
We met slave dealers,
Plantation owners, slave drivers
And unrepentant slave traders
Who quaffed smoke screen, spike pipes
At our confused black faces;
Schnapps and Whiskey
Exchanged hands for battered bodies and souls...

Brothers,
Indeed we have arrived
At the end of the tunnel
Still we peruse no light
Our battered black backs hunched against the wall
As fluid backed up in the lungs
With no outlet
Fenced in to our left,
And fenced in to our right
Badgered from without
Badgered from within;
Grilled in from the front,
And grilled in from behind...

Brother,
Indeed we have arrived
The end of the tunnel
We see no light
Now, it's fight or flight
The axe is laid
At the foot of the Iroko
Any tree which does not produce fruit
Will be mowed down
And cast into the lake of fire