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"ode To Our "negritude" by USALFWRITER: 11:40am On Feb 14, 2012 |
Luminous light from far away France lit the path of self-knowledge Lending insight to the bruising of our natural coats by pale minds Precocious volcanic lyrics erupted from captives and bond brothers Harmless writs on hardened backs break now in pieces, a philosophy For Africa reminiscing our untold indignities and countless opprobrium. Eager, yet confined; in their labors dying in installments in heated hatred Edicts of antagonism borne in a spree of speechless mocking of taskmasters: Obtuse commanders scrutinizing with guns and rifles Ready to waste fellow fragile fitted frame in fanatical frenzy And shattered carcasses shoveled as dirt into unready graves Odors of death in every dawning of their morning masked with Vodka Offensive Hide the cause of the increasing throes of sojourners Timorously invaded by nightmares and befuddled by stolen night winks As fish out of water, gasping for unfriendly breaths of survival Necks twisted from constant back watching of invading vampires. Pretentious humility to thaw their fierce feelings and daily kill intentions Propitious hopes of liberty from enforced tyrants and steal masters of colony Waiting, and waiting still for bigots’ new knowledge that same blood runs in all For the rancorous raging of unspoken hate to cease in our world But “Father forgive them, for they know not what they do” Ostracized yet conscripted to run intricate errands for their ends Obnoxious demands vex the soul yet never a word of phobia in mannerism, Rock breaking, imposed horticulture and nameless chores of shame. Hoary, worn, frail, with empty stomachs or aspirin infested bones: Bond of scribbling sufferers melting the heated point of liberty League learners of law carved on stones road maps and log Littering walls with profundity and reckoning reason for the flight While royal lords obscured in these brogue and deep jargon Slept on in their drunken stupor of willing ills and accord Until the shame of tyranny was exposed through lenses and goggles Dogmatic canting as illusory bliss in covered faces once made bold Dumb drums mutate into apathy from border to borders. Slaves are freed by truth and Masters take the place of ignoramuses By all wickedness in their nature and bestial hating of color Burned in anger with damaged health of the bearer of the burden Skeptics, though pained, mock at the pens of forerunners of freedom Stimulating tired feet of loving lovers of nature’s honored color into action Who built others’ walls having none but etched civility on their minds Erected the schools from Ethiopia to Greece, Rome and Britain, Yet, our humble start flowed from France from the painless pen of a few. Eccentrics from humble beginnings in a cavalcade stir up dormant brethren Egregious rabble-rousers oppressed with water canisters and rubber bullets Offspring of choristers of cramp cathedral on Wall Street as sturdy icons Yesterday Misgivings morphed into glittering stars of Hollywood skyline Though some still harbor ampules for needles of hatred and bigotry Duress herald diplomatic dialogues in treaties for gains from motherland Diamonds and precious stones, gold excavated heaped on dromedaries Hauled to Zurich as treasures; loot of brigandage awaiting fiery judgment Evangelized uncommon wealth made common by the amity of deception Enriching “Her Majesty’s” coffers and pamper Princes and Presidents Anesthetizing our wounds with priestly bells of Sabbath’s confessions Appalling injustices and perfidy executed on African borders Occidental museums shamelessly exhibit black crafts Were they bought, borrowed, or stolen? You that read know better than I do. Trust me. Roars of deprivation thunder again as boundaries are zipped Ridicules of chauvinism as Imposed Masters require a Visa English from their colonies and France from their states Where lie the privileges of subjugation? Hypocrites. Keep the answers; we shall keep paying your due$ for entry. Surprised? Even they, beggarly request hundred-dollar bills from voyagers Squandered fees of “Refused” tourists while foolishly allowing feigning Terrorists “We are rich”. How? With the widow’s mite of black brothers as Vi$a fees. One million applicants yet one unworthy choice at random in diplomatic continuance They are pitifully poor without this fraud. Trust me. Evince my truth false, bring reasons to disprove my lies, I ‘d love to be stupid Employed leading lords of our jungles are their pets, we know well. Our criminals are well tutored to vandalize at their instructions And are hailed and fooled with flattery words and accolades Lording us in unfinished ruin by Mr. Presidents and Her Royal Majesty Negritude is new never dead as they think it did in France, “I am Black and Proud” Never was He killed like they do today Like Damilola Taylor, or the innocent unknown secret murders of scores of settlers We are fools and remain so as long as serenity overcomes arrogance Our weapon is peace, Love is key. Trust me. Groveling in crust under sponsored supervision of state to launder Grit of groaning heaved on homeland searching out the goods amid deprivations Castles of gold and jeweled stones but smidgens as reward for abhorred skin brothers Lacuna of hate on these minds cloaked in invisible supercilious attires The scorn appearing in Britain, America, Russia, France, Japan and Germany Hearty acrimony, rancorous disdain for inveterate shades of difference Humiliating ours, like Jews to the Gentiles, though from same loin twisted. “Are we better than they? ” Are they not all slaves to one master unregenerate? Cease; bury arrogance, same sky, rain, cloud and sure same judgment soon Welcome brother again, love is the key. Trust me. Organize the fractured system; the hue does not determine the soul of Man Objects are covered with particles; the value is invisible, same with all men Seek meaning. Dig deeper into reasons, visible jewels rot and mutate. Who is Man? The color or the stature? No. The Soul. What canst thou know? Recognize with reverence His wisdom. Stop the snow if you can Relent from odium; abate the rain, in your wisdom. Restore the dignity with humility, Repair the broken bridge Regard not my hurting letter; still very humble but not a slave. |
Re: "ode To Our "negritude" by koolnd: 3:37pm On Aug 04, 2018 |
Negritude, a Defensive Tool for African Identity: Leopold Sedar Senghor’s Perspective My negritude is not a stone or defense flung against the clamor of the day. My negritude is not a white speak of dead eye of the earth. My negritude is neither tower nor cathedral. It plunges into the red flesh of the sky. My negritude riddles with holes the dense affliction of its worth patience... http://www.scharticles.com/negritude-a-defensive-tool-for-african-identity-leopold-sedar-senghors-perspective/ |
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