I am wrote this based on my observation. I have ran out of my country to Europe just to smell the 'real' life, but our people down here see, is not what we should talk about...
The tunnels quiver
When songs raid the world in dismay
I heard of the devil coming to Africa
Heard of Satan smelling the sores of Africa
And moving in gently with his charcoal
He gripped us by our necks
And pelted us with his Blackness
Everyone talks about the Black man
No one talks about Christ running to Europe
And making them White
But of whose colour does Asia take?
Of whose colour those Browness come
Black black black sheep
Have you any wool?
Yes, sir, yes, sir
Three black wools
White white white sheep
Have you any wool
Yes, sir, yes, sir
Three white wools
Brown brown brown sheep
Have you any wool
No, sir, no, sir
There are no brown wools
Poetry by Onyeka Nwelue
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Written on 2006-05-07 at 17:48
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Some Satan Stories
Just like the moonlight grips upThe tunnels quiver
When songs raid the world in dismay
I heard of the devil coming to Africa
Heard of Satan smelling the sores of Africa
And moving in gently with his charcoal
He gripped us by our necks
And pelted us with his Blackness
Everyone talks about the Black man
No one talks about Christ running to Europe
And making them White
But of whose colour does Asia take?
Of whose colour those Browness come
Black black black sheep
Have you any wool?
Yes, sir, yes, sir
Three black wools
White white white sheep
Have you any wool
Yes, sir, yes, sir
Three white wools
Brown brown brown sheep
Have you any wool
No, sir, no, sir
There are no brown wools
Poetry by Onyeka Nwelue
Read 550 times
Written on 2006-05-07 at 17:48
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