DISCRIMINATION IN AFRICA
Who will lend me some money?
To buy my brother some senses
Senses that are not sold in the market
Nor can it be purchased in the stalls of our streets
Who will give me voice?
To speak to the ears of my brothers
That gun triggers are not rubbers
To play with or to be pulled in carelessness
Who will give me hand?
To take from my brother's hand
The matchette of murder
Ready to cut through his own body
In the blood of our brothers we tread happily
Their lives we sought to hunt as if they're bufallos in the bush
The spells casted on us are high on weed
And foolishness we wear with pride are in oversizes
Blacks hatred for blacks a cognitive dementia
With joy in our hearts we wasted our brothers like an enemy
we have sworn to rip apart for past bitterness they caused
We devour like a hungry shark who knows not his offspring
West, south, north and east
are fields in one plot of Africa
Let's not birth a soul of hatred in the past
But breathe life of love and peace in the future of our continent
Let "blacks hatred for black" be a cross of the past
And the emblem of brotherhood in our door posts
Let the blood of our dead brothers sanctify the land of our future
And in love build the Africa that blossoms in harmony.
©Israel Onoruoiza
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