Kings

Kings

A Poem by itai

The Time of Kings
 was a time when leaders 
were chosen by God
and despite their flaws
 it was all in the blood.
In Africa, we have mostly lost our lineages
we do not have kings anymore, 
we have puppets,
the true kings were deposed 
by colonialism,
a system which denied our existence
 and even that of our God!
Yet this whole time God has been with us
counting the years with us
I have not shed a single tear
but now suddenly all those bottled up feelings
Are trying to get the hell up outta here!

© 2014 itai


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Added on August 21, 2014
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itai
itai

London, United Kingdom



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