They say we are dark
Still others refer to us as black
They say our hopes are dashed
Our inner strength, feeble and quashed
We were only good for their plantations
And from us they fed and enriched nations
Yet they did not regard our ability to reason
Our minds to them, belonged to prison
They broke all forms of resistance
Offering no form of assistance
Our mothers cried for lost lives
Our fathers could not overcome with knives
We were reduced to beasts of burden
Our eyes tired and heavy laden
We trembled under the yoke of oppression
And fumbled with sounds devoid of expression
Yet our dreams live on
The present and future battles will be won
From the tracks of Olympia
To the ideals of the land of utopia
We will arise and shine
We will no longer whine and pine
The brightness of the sun will comfort us
And nothing can stop us
Emmanuel Amankwah (20-08-2008)
1 comment:
nice poem. nice rhyming. however i thinh the ideas on Africa and our worth are a lil overworked. try exploring other ideas; who knows what you would find
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