Pains Of Our History

Our colonization reflects on my memory and i felt the pains our history....

It's black, It's white
It's black and white
we are created as one
but our color makes friendliness,
far gone.
white enslaved our prowess
still we are not sure if we are fearless


Our black hero's wasted on chains
digging their graves in pain
we were lions that can't roar
our strength sink as we soar
lions that kills antelope
for wise tortoise to claim in hope


still,it's thy black you hate
History like ashes of past date(we are forgotten)
African! African! some white hate that name
but the source of our blood are same
among us what love can we claim
some white called us Ape in aim

We crawled with heavy chains
On our neck and waist
like workers of termite colony
feed with everlasting agony
on our back hot red knife made kisses
what can we do in pieces we make hisses.

As a slave in our land
we grind our strength to eat from the ground
you assimilated and in directed us
Our dignity beg on it knees with tears;plus
we are the land of hope
but now can we cope?

Oh! Nigeria,south Africa,Liberia etceteria
In our home we were disenfranchise form our criteria
Oh! white thanks for civilization
what we owed we've paid with our strength in action
Thanks to upbringing technology
but yet the pains of our history can't be forgotten in our siege
racism and slavery is what we were dished



                                    Still we love you 
                                   and always want to learn from you
                                    we wish you love us back
        thanks...

Author's Note

I wish you review this with humble sincerity and judge my poem and criticize it with good thought.....Never take this too personal....We do love you all cause we are one

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[Paul Okeke]

I Love you all