Looking For The Fossils Of Mom And Dad Poem by Auaduma Adookorn

In the tree, at the rear of the sea,
Where nature pitched her tent--
mountains and valleys lived together

No lying in the tree, where the gods
Parade, nature kept watchful eye
to care for all that toil to earn a living

The sun smile, spread soothing ray,
nurse fauna and floral, moon is hatched
from the shell of darkness to stare

at the children under the cherry tree
and, mock the women while discussing
their spouse to whirl away the night

The sea leap and clap her hands in applause
of nature's awesome gift bestow Africa,
couthie birds eavesdrop on every chat

Animals pay courtesy call on man,
our feaces, nurser of crops
sudden, bible, the line of life in left.
palm gunpowder, the ash of clay in right hand

Task masters and preachers of change,
change to defecate in living pen
and pail, for porters of faeces

such messy job scorn my ebony psyche,
hum smelly songs of dung beetle,
porter feaces with scarring broom
for hungry flies and scare man

Of what accord is bible and gunpowder
good news from heaven to the rising sun--
the first truth to bring Africa to ruin

Bible and rifle, trade marks of servitude,
chain lives across ocean in lethal
trough of cupidity, exchange soul
for salt,
bible for bribe
gunpowder for power

Unprepared on the way to America,
Portugal and Europe, life of warrior men
and women symbolized by trade marks
of hot coal, are drown in the sea