Neo Colonialism Poem by Ifeoluwa Philips

©Ifeoluwa Philips

We're stranded on a train of freedom
Though, we thought we've gained freedom
But our mind is still enslaved
It knows all shackles but forgot its mind been slaved

Neo colonialism is rampant
Burdened our pains with heavy pant
Brother sleeping on a rough wet land
Matching so hard brother's head like a grass land

We then call ourselves dear brother
Who lies against his own brother
Mercy been dealt for cowries
And feeble breadth on worries

Every broken chains were resold
But against the ankles but the mind's hold
Tongue of iron fetters
Piecing the flesh of innocent in red filters

What freedom have we then?
Where, how and when then?
We've gained freedom into imprisonment
Stupidity and abnormality the King's merriment

Broken chords of insanity made his necklace
Corruption and indecency his shoelace
Fighting a shadow like a giant warrior
Inducing terrorists with grand prize as warriors

Immortality became the chief's garment
Any apathy to their choices will wear torment
Our freedom came like sitting on dagger point
So smoothable for death on a pleasure point

Sacred of love buried alive
In miserable so living the crowd yet alive
At cold iron point of authority
They exclaimed the turbulent in audacity

We are stranded here
In sloppy way towards fate heir
We were left in a darkness
Because they've drained people's strength through blindness

I will pen down the pain
How hard we've struggled for freedom gain
But power was took from our tongue point
Because everyone submit power at gun point