The Missing Continent - Poem by macaulay akinbami
In their minds of exalted kingdoms
They pride in science and great discoveries.
Wearing the mask of knowledge
Restricted to the shores of their colours.
For this vain
Swallowed in dust
They killed, maimed and harmed the innocent
Of our race
Through imposed ‘colonialism’.
With guns of their wicked inventions
And books of their imposed morality.
Brutality spreads like carpet
From the queen’s empire
To the kindest kingdoms
Of our ancestors.
We gave them land
They took the more.
They broke our laws and burnt our gods
Saying ours are no gods but idols.
Those who worship God with the gun
Imposed missionrape on our shore
Fought wars of colours
With the slaves in bondage.
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