They rub shit in our face
They put us on a long thing
They lie through the green teeth
They tell us plenty flash fictions
We believe
We’re gullible
We’re resilient
We’re children
They say aye
They shout nay
They bang the wood
They collect fat sums
We work the plantations
We till the soil
We move the tractors
We collect the shillings
They throw parties, hourly.
They eat elephants, daily.
They wear clothings, secondsly
They drive Royces, weekly.
We wait for Xmas
We buy fish, it’s a miracle
We’re proud of the fairly used Hugo
We take pride on our side-walks
We dare not fight
We dare not protest
We dare not strike
Because blood wasn’t shed
Freedom was handed us on a plate.
Published on March 13, 2015 14:01