THE POET: A Glorious Gate To Doom

By Lebi Anuoluwapo

She was a mother with abundant of love

My father adored her with kisses and doff

A very big home with brotherhood and little hate

Abode of Godgiven strength and giant faith

The rights were wrong

He blew her trunk

They heard it

They knew there was meat

That was the end

Or, the beginning of the end

They appeared like a wagon

In disguise, they were falcon

We thought they had brought Goodwill to our father

Lie! They came to steal from our Garner

Oh my foòlish father

Who hath given all her land to a stranger

Stranger: wagon and falcon

Stole our treasury without beacon

Stranger became king

My father, slave

My mother wouldn't hear the ting

now it is too late to save

The stranger did not pluck our oranges

He stole the tree

He chained my father and mother in cages

He gave them grimace, he took their glee

Oh Africa my father!

Nigeria my mother!

How have you sold your sons for a smile?

How have you traded your daughter for wine?

What lie did they tell?

They said we were chimpanzee

What esteem did they sell?

They promised us everlasting glee

To have taken your pride

To have shattered our lives

They said they were gods

And my father, a monkey

They said the language of my father is rod

They said they have the heaven's key

They said my father's gods were evil

But their god was Almighty

They said one is 'G' 

And the other is 'g'

The same 'g', they stole

Their own 'G', they clone

Father, your daughters no more adore family

Your Lords told them there is peace in isolation

Your Sons becomes tenaciously greedy

From the Masters, they mastered perpetration

Their seed of hate has germinated

The soil of my brothers burns my leg

Our freedom is amputated

Your Lords drink our wine, give us empty keg

'Garner' likes to see 'camel ruin'

Brothers shed brother's blood

Our voice has lost it tune

Our heritage is trampled in the mud

I feel shamed to identify with my root

I fear that my brothers may call me a freak

Everyday I must step out in a suit

Looking unnatural, feeling crip

Father, this is not me

Mother, this is not me

I am not a monkey

I am not a chimpanzee

If there was prototype

I am the best of it type

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