Hatred For Mother Melanin Poem by Ibrahim Oba

Listen man
This is not the cry of a canary nor the wail of a woman
Let's say rather, a pain of the heart
We've waited for centuries on this ill planet to tell the stories of our mother
Shall we talk about the exploited pains she felt when the amniotic sac busted
All existence were traced to this antediluvian young fool
like the Chinese superficial Phoenix, you are valued

This is not the cry of a canary nor the wail of a woman
The globe sees you as replica of horror and beauty
Thou your comity keeps the world moving
A huge hatred for your melanin
You've been molested graciously and discriminated honorably
The reprise in your molestation bore peace
 In those dark moments
You were raped!
Sorry, we couldn't fight
The opprobrium at Chibok still devastates  our heart
Won't dad's pugirism training sessions end soon?
A sinister in cage
I heard the street beggars positively molested our sister for oil
 In time the press won't say the lass was mutilated but pampered
Mother! I heard father left a million for dinner
Alas, I love the fact
Your prerogatives were bought with the millions
Shall we say it's a baksheesh?
We all know you fetches the wood and pays the bill for the world
In those dark moments you were raped
Sorry, we couldn't fight

This is not the cry of a canary nor the wail of a woman
 No bird fly in the sky without reason
 Dehumanization of man make birds fly high in the sky
Your sky is dark
Are birds still flying without crashing?
Obsolete birds fits your sky
Your lives are less valued
They say your lives matters
We all ate the lies

This is not the cry of a canary nor the wail of a woman
 Mother, we are sorry for making you look stupid
For we left you to live elsewhere in look for luck
I heard a constestation ensued between you and other races for supremacy
 If forgiveness were to be  a basin
An apologia is not the fluid
Mother! You've been cheated
Mother! You've been raped
 Sorry for, we got killed and wasted in overseas while looking for luck
 The vilification of your heritage is an honour to light your grave in the dark forest
 They say we're sorry for all but it will still persist
A schizophrenic that won't heal
 The gods demands our mother as offering for all dangerous discoveries
Cancerous diabetes floods the streets
 Let every man that love his mother treat women equally
 But why do women moan during sex?
A thing of joy