In the heart of Black people

Sakwa Franc

The glorious sun shines on a black land

Rays of hope illuminates fruits of our labour

Whatever was began in our mind in our heart we bind

We are not yet free till we enjoy our own fruits

Western springs promises life but only poison our hearts

 

Their wells are full of vipers

They sting and kill my people

With lies decorated with deception

My people are prey in jaws of strangers

Their bodies lie lifeless on foreign streets

 

Better a dead body with identity

Than a man who Can't trace his origin

We have believed a lie that we are not worthy

All deadly vaccines are tested on our black skins

All humanitarians slept when help was needed

 

All refuse find their tracks in our land

Expired cooking oils are sold in our supermarkets

Who cares about black people? 

Enemies are our own government 

Who is stealing from us?

 

In the heart of black people there is a still voice

A voice of change and equality

Echoes of sons and daughters of our land crying for change

You can make poison in your labs to kill us

But our voice in our hearts will still echo till our people are free.

  • Author: Francis (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 8th, 2023 06:57
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • cerry

    sirrrrr you wordinggggg is so powerfullll and written beautifully, how??????????? honestly this is an amazing poem!!!!!

    • Sakwa Franc

      Thanks dear cerry

    • L. B. Mek

      inhumane, western profiteering policies
      !EXASPERATED!
      by spineless african leaders!
      we need a new word for corruption
      when unfurling africa's history;
      from embattled kings
      'trading'
      in slaves of their own kin..
      to modern politicians, who make
      narcissism
      feel, like an empathetic mindset...
      the longer
      we choose to ignore
      those pathetic leaders in charge
      while pointing fingers at the west
      or the east or whoever
      the longer
      it will be before africa
      can ever realise its potential..
      'change begins in our own mirror
      and the windows within our reach'

      • Sakwa Franc

        Wow thanks so much brother LB

      • 2781

        Behold, it is written before me: I will not keep silence, but will recompense, even recompense into their bosom,



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