…AND THE DOVE SUNG

Insecurity continued to rise in a once peaceful nation until all hell broke loose. Negative ethnicity, religious, social, political differences amongst others fueled terrible hatred amongst the people and this caused major divisions on our nation. When finally civil unrests broke out, they were genocidal and they run unabated until a full scale civil war resulted with an everlasting devastation upon our society.

…AND THE DOVE SUNG

Corpses everywhere lay so scattered

By them the whole city was littered

The city was overwhelmed by an aura of gloom

Negative Ethnicity had literally sealed our doom

The result; we even had a very segmented police and army

And this nurtured in our nation a horrible internal enemy

Ethnicity to our dear nation was so sinister

And civil unrest began some days before Easter

Members of different social classes descended upon each other

Everybody seemed to be baying for the blood of one another

People everywhere seemed to shun all forms of brotherhood

There was no peace but war only in every neighborhood

Grisly acts occurred in every corner of our dear town

Buildings were looted and bombed and burnt down

There were even rumors of cannibalism

There were horrible acts of vandalism

One haberdasher was slaughtered like a goat

And he drank his blood he who cut his throat

Upon seeing me he confiscated my video recorder

Saying my action was against a certain civic order

Many of my fellows were murdered in cold blood

And on a certain street, blood flowed like a flood

There was no more the fundamental freedom of expression

National broadcasts only served to increase the tension

The war; no one won and no one lost

But the results were historically the worst

Peace reigned only when there was none to battle

And for the remnants there was no where to settle

And the dove sung but a sepulchral dirge

There was nothing else it could manage

Compare with the article KENYA INSECURITY: The Gathering Storm.
Courtesy of the Rising Sun

BEAUTIFUL MRS. AFRICA

Africa once used to be such a wonderful continent. But the white man came and alongside him the elements that contributed towards the loss of our once wonderful heritage. This poem explores some of the effects of Africa accepting to welcome foreign cultures. Enjoy.

BEAUTIFUL MRS. AFRICA

Oh! Mother Africa, mother of strong dark people

Oh! Africa, a land where life was once so simple

Hail, oh! Mrs. Africa the beautiful

The mother of cultures so colorful

Beautiful Mrs. Africa, behold her captivating eyes.

Africa, mother of beautiful strong buxomly women

Africa, mother of handsome strong muscular men

Africa, why did you divorce your heritage?

Africa, why should you live in bondage?

Africa, mother of beautiful strong buxomly women

Africa, your daughters once were the pride of men

Who taught your daughters to be as slim as snakes?

To be as slender as the eels of the great lakes

That the lightness of a cat is true beauty

Who taught your daughters to hawk chastity?

Africa, mother of handsome strong muscular men

Your sons once used to be the pride of heaven

Who taught your sons one wife is enough

And doing women’s chores is being tough?

Who taught your sons to speak through noses?

And to adorn themselves as garden roses

Mrs. Africa, why did you divorce your heritage

And chose to live in such a cruel bondage?

Africa, mother of strong dark buxomly women

Africa, mother of strong dark muscular men

Will your eel of daughters ever grow manhood?

Will your pigs of sons retain their warrior hood?

Courtesy of the Rising Sun

The African Sound

"Listen, Oh! inhabitants of the earth
Hear it, Oh! all who can hear
To that simple African Melody
Ringing across the whole land"

And Africa is Capable of Talking now, Just Listen...

She exhilaratingly rejoices
As she joyfully boasts
"I can care for myself
I can live on my own
I can also die on my own"

Yet how miserable she seems
Her countenance is grotosque
She is pained for her long struggle
She tries to maintain her posture
Woe unto her,
She cannot stand attention.

She says," Oh! I chased him
The man of white skin
That I may live alone
And enjoy my own land"
Yet who is not able to see
That she is already haggard
That she is so famished
And already ready to die.
Her voice is faint and miserable
And its daily diminishing
Who knows, soon,
There might be no African sound.
 
Courtesy of the Rising Sun