Race

Penned on August 20 2008 the theme based on early 1920 when the british colonies dominated the eastern and nothern african nations

There in his dreams someone uttered,
“Blacks are charred and Whites are insane”
Abruptly he raised his brows.
And his garrison was circumvented.

He knew the color of his origin,
and lurched outside,with some grim. 
With only blanket that enshrouded their faces,
They watched their same color slain.

Everything receded with time,
And the ashes of parched land was still alive.
No qualms ,no fear but the doom already had begun,
As the another dusk would subside and kill other Semites.

With ordnances of hope he retrieved to his den,
But seared pieces of trunk he found everywhere.
There in one corner he found the wrist of someone,
upturning the rubbles he found pale body his son.

The Villa of the Tribal King was shun,
As the scion of his realm would never blossom.
The clan resembling of the primordial origin,
remorse for their erstwhile bloodline to end.

Like the conspiracy of hoods with the midnight,
The lull before the night descended.
The Whites again with fire torch in their hands,
tried to reduce the Semitic domain into chasm.

Amidst this hustle, Tribal King roared,
and infringed with his accord of patience.
With the blade that shimmered in red flares,
He mangled many fiends that seized his world.

The King of the Semites assailed with his masses,
and crusaded till their precipice of their breaths.
Even the revered Night witnessed the hegemony,
till the dawn mutilation reigned the harmony.

The twilight whispered beyond the horizons,
And the halo gleamed in the eyes of primeval sons.
The trumpets darned and their toes tuned to the symphony.
While the tribe reveled their triumph,
the Monarch embraced his destiny along with his son .