Friday 5 April 2013

THE BLACK LORDS OF THE BARRELS

The clouds of  rage forms
As the smoky thunders clap
And the random lightening signal colossal shellings
While steel hails descend
Accompanying the rain of blood
As the dam of blood breaks
With red flood washing the land clean

The pernicious hegemonic hypocrites
Watch indifferently the black to black butchery
As the foreign media
Paints perfectly in zeal the lurid chronicles
Of a doomed race?
The world shalom custodians
Rush in with delayed haste

The black despots watch
With filthy Iron hearts
Mighty black fiends
Who only gather in African covens
To sell the future for guns and coins
And to remain immortals in power
With rebellion to always gender

What do they know?
Ruling with wasteful greed
All products of errors
Africa now a dingy cemetery
Where gold and diamonds
And the barrels are more valuable
Than the humans

The walls of classrooms
Now galleries of congealed blood
Dark and thick of harmless children
The  ubiquitous smell of  blood
The wild look of refuge
As little ones walk around on one leg
The youths now rebels with blood-shot eyes

A little walk around and you pick
A misplaced humerus
Luckily craniums as priced laboratory assets
The girls walking around with healing pubics
And the men with bowed heads
No longer used to tranquility
Africa! a remnant of war







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