Tears
Ooze from the rocks of my eyes
Dropping
Throbbing
In oodles of blood
Streaming
Screeching
Simmering in oceans and streams
I weep for my nativity
I weep for the motherland
I weep for the black blood
That flows in my veins
Oh ….Mama
My darling
Poor soul!
Remember
How rash you were raped
Gouged!
By the reapers from Downing Street
Oh….now
See how incestuous
You are raped
Gouged!
By Sons from your loins
For centuries
With the mouth of gourd
Skies dropp oceans and seas
On your land
Yet your throat remains arid
and your gory tears, unwashed
Oh….Mama
I gasp
I weep
I pray
I cry
For you!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You are my kind of poet. This is my kinda poem. I love the knowledge you have shown with your words here. Great poem.....Glad to see someone else say it as it is.....Let them hear it bro......peace!