The Divergence Of Tribes Poem by Dr Anthony Onoja

When the money bag fails
And the youth are angry
When the street goes wild
and the hunter becomes the haunted

Then the travail of tribe is born
They told us about our ancestral fortress
They rally around our bloodline to ignite a rage

A bitter path where all Africans diverge
Sometimes we forget our enemies are in baba rigga
Those agbada they used to cover their nakedness of corruption
They now hide in huts of tribes to sound the trumpet of woes

If you become bitter against your neighbor
Find peace and look inward beyond your scarf
Turn around and see the color of your skin
The shape of your nose
And the color of your hair

He's indeed not the enemy
But that man that denied your kinsmen the basic of life
He that leaves you to scum of hunger, diseases
and dread of underworld men
He rubs your kind of a future they belong
and build a castle of stone to honor his name

The land bleeds, the people mourn
Evil is now hashtag as good
Our homes have become a pool of dead
It's indeed a town hall, different from bala-blu.