Abandon Of Haves Poem by Emmanuel Joseph Olumakiss

Among the foreign trend
Soul Africa ride
Afflictions we sowed mind
Negro race;
A freedom chase
Our contest;
A long trip
Imported roads we lie tied
Fighting night cold the country side
High healed home have stolen our soul & skills
Beautified earthen taps;
The street we hawk milk
An amazing satellite future trek on bare foot
Journey of long mile we prefer using foot
Place with difference;
Where do we hail from?
Why base in foreign exchange?
Jewelries;
To buy gold
Our exchange;
A foreign life
Strangers we usually know;
Merely by our mother's tongue
Humans avoid life for a marathon
Up and down movement;
An open minded
Seeing all eyes;
A blindfolded
Chase of a white collars job
Tit-tat we toe town
Quick in quiz queue
Like earthen sand
As we abandon our haves
To have more
Struggle of life isn't a strong bone?
Hard to crack live on
With two or numerous troubles
Added to existing ones
Like; kids, kits and kin
Where we know no safety
There we bury head
Our honourable names;
The back door embassy
Before the journey flight
No black friend in the life of a black man
All in hid identity
Claiming the white man's life
Seeing people;
The road side
Thus web, thatch, canal, the underground....
My home African brothers
And the abandoned bridges
Mississippi river flows there in
There the beggars ride
And there also vehicle of life heaped us
Where could one spend life?
Keep knelling
Or sit as if standing
Waiting for a waned hope
Cutting corners...
Can we survive only by people's aid?
Staying abroad like one living with AIDS!
Security heavily lock the city
Starting from the middle East,
South America, Asia down to California
Benefits of life we know not
Begging for alm isn't a beggars choice?
Who knows the givers mind?
Our war abroad isn't heavier?
Nothing we even saw at home
Natural disasters enveloped us;
Flood, earthquake, hurricane, war,
diseases, drought, stand our way
Hopelessness and stagnation;
Two agents of disabilities
Behold! human turn down our refuge
To a life threatening lodge
Living a hide and seek life
To sneak danger
Blacks and the white police
We suffer life sentence, execution
And deportation...
A weapon after us!
Renewal of paper, passbook
A traveller's card
Our home chores
Flies we use breakfast
A terror of the night
In a world of no human feelings
Negros are treated like mere dungs
Blacks like us;
Used, to clean dirt...
Could this be the white man's life
Many questions i've always asked;
Is there no life in Africa?
How do people survive doing farming in America?
Is there any other means to survive order than the air we breathe?
Our certificates,
And the degree holders;
A waste in overseas
Since you can't cry out loud
Among the blacks, whose a lucky one?
Whose fate still breathe life?
Instead burnt ashes
Our life have lavished abroad!
It is in foreign man's hand
We are used for refuse;
Ritualist for Rituals
Adulterers for Adulteries
Traffickers for Trafficking
Our head usually a loyalty
For something we know not
Who smear joy?
And who among men live a happy mind?
Street deep in thought;
We work wealth
And luckily living
Our rights roams in dungeon Street
Is here truly our existence?
Why still live like outcasts?
Oh Negro life speechless!
Water we buy
Food we're deprived
Currency on hide
Our job; a give and take
Taxes; unemployed
Power for Honourables
Hour Haves
Trials have not
All these our refusal for Home calling
Till the year keep turning
Our soul a true brotherhood of
'' ALA-BU-OTU''
A destructive slogan
Among black beings
We've all claim we're one race
Don't you know the sound of''IGBO'S-GONG''
Brotherhood in John Kennedys inn
Wine and dine in Saintiego' s club
Love and care far from Los Angeles lodge
Many of the rich house in our clan
Treated like street pushers abroad
And terribly butchered around town
By the world rulers, including adults and infants
Abandon of Haves
To have more.