Birds Of Prey! Poem by Milova Matthias

'White' cunning birds of prey.
Blimey from west they come.
Those bodkin birds of passage.
Without fear Brits they shun.
Pleasant odor of our drums.

We are crows but yet harvest us like crops.
On our sands, West they gain, North they halved, East they shame.
Of us Negroes they make, slave trade they made.

We did nothing than dance and hop.
Foolishly take what is brought.
Cause we are small birds, singing and drum.

Two 'White' black birds of prey our fathers known.
One came with Christ and piano.
Other tame with rites and culture credo.
Proselytes, eagles that's what we gain.

Birds of prey a hook with rook.
Sparrow against swallow.vultures and woodpecker.
Hawk and eagle.
Thrush and kingfisher.

Starling swift.
Pheasant blackbird.
Linnet pigeon.

Birds of their kinds.
And humans like their minds.
Kill they kill, prey they sort.
Suffering the meek, pray for the hungry.
Tending the healthy, hailing the wealthy.

That those birds of passage.
Darted on our land live age.
Democracy they gave, yet.
The more crazy we became.

And I wish I were on my mother's lap.
Where I once lived happily.
Feeling the drums of her laps.
The rhythm of her soles, her hands.

Declining the nature to grow.
And the time to ever move forward.