Notice of absence from Jude Chukwuemeka Muoneke
I will surely get back to you when I come online.
I will surely get back to you when I come online.
Many decades ago,
They came with ego,
And condemned our ways,
Planted a religion to thwart rays.
They arrived with briefcases,
To uproot curses and cases,
But therein lies weapons,
To put fears and lampoons.
These albinos polluted our culture,
And tagged us barbaric nurture,
Our ancestral graves desecrated,
They built their temples, called them sacred.
Today, we are enemies of ourselves,
Religion the madness of selves,
Amadiaho traveled in ship,
Here we behave like sheep.
This scar will linger forever,
Many eyes open, but blind ever,
Let's retrace our root,
The Cross lies the truth.
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Author:
Jude Chukwuemeka Muoneke (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 4th, 2024 02:42
- Comment from author about the poem: This poem reflects on colonialism. How the Whitemen came with their religion and culture to enslave Africans. They comdenned our ways and glorify their ways. Today Africans have lost their identity. They have embraced western ways and abuse or reject their cultural heritage and pride. Africans must retrace their steps in other to find their identity.
- Category: Religion
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Comments1
Touching, historic, vivid in imagery and with a message. Nicely done.
Thank you for always reading my poems.
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