On These African Sands Poem by Alpha Sanunu Bah

I have been broken, or at least they tried,
they tried to break me, tried to break my past,
put cobwebs in our minds and yellow taints in our eyes,
so as we look out for our brothers we actually looked out for him,
and as we head past our boarders, our heads began to scream,
what is this pain?
what did I doo?

The truth is they're scared and they envy our power,
so they caged our minds, incarcerated each hour,
to devour the chance to our own golden age,
but this is the start to our broken page,
all the rage within, the fear and malice,
and the inferior minds that look down on our palace,
this is the root.
this is our past

But you see, that is not all
our ancestors, for true, stood very tall,
they championed the earth and embraced their kin,
and right from the start, they made the world spin.
My mother's mother with her celestial breast
fed the soil and its ancient crest,
and nurtured the earth, the good Lord can attest.
But, who is he?
and where is he?

The He in my story is my African fathers
who fought for glory when conquerors gather,
who gave our nation its pride and identity,
and nurtured the flames of our African simplicity,
they left their mark in fields and oceans,
and spread our glory as they were in motion,
songs were sang to their good old names,
but now all we hear are the good old games.
So from here...
where do we go?
and what do we do?

But you see, I tell you, there is no simple answer,
to flourish our nation and make it prosper,
there's is a gap in our thoughts, a string in our minds,
and a dazzle of fraught of many kinds,
But together we can expand our pride,
and conquer the earth like our lords that died,
we can build anew with our African hands,
and take our place as the world expands,
raising our voice on these African sands.
This is where we go,
and this is what we do.