Xenophobia(Dedicated To My Brothers In South Africa) . Poem by Ifeoluseyi ifeoluwapo Ifeyemi

To let these mystic moments slip,
Without inks at the spree
Of horrors and terrors perceivable only in carnibals click
Might mean hearing the sound of rapture,
Yet perceived as a puncture.
I speak for our brothers
Whom at your chase, embraced thunder.
Have we not chased those who came to plunder?
For the Albinos you feared,
Left by the strengths we shared.
Why then, have you our strengths smeared?
Zulu, I beg to speak in a tone revealing understanding,
For it seems your heart is etiolating.
Perhaps the African sun no longer shines on your sense of communal living.
Needless to say; your acenstors had no defenses,
Against the Albinos and their practices
If not for our collective defenses.
Why then must you maim us
To whom during your woes, 'you cried save us'!
Remember!
Lest your sense burn to ember,
That the dog that bites the hand that feeds it,
Would eventually end up in a charcoal's heat.
(c) Ifeoluseyi Ifeoluwapo Ifeyemi
-Echoes Of Freedom Series
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