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THE COLOURS OF MY AFRICAN INHERITANCE
Red is for the blood I share with Kunta Kente
That indelible ink that flows through these veins
So justice unserved left empty plates till this day
Yellow for the gold that was sold off by my folks
The wealth of my people stacked on foreign boats
For the cowards that sold their own tribe men's souls
Green for every family tree rooted, generations recruited
Sons from fathers parted;
Daughters from mothers abducted
Black is for the hue on my skin
The hope of my kin
Then, now and again!
Red is for the rage I have for the recurring civil wars
The continual exploitation of our poor
The brain drain that leaks from our shores
Yellow for the increasing immigration fever
Tribalism,ethnicity and political anomaly from above and nether
For those that refuse to see a brighter future
Green for our young and staggering economies
The pawn of Western strategies
The pasture on the other side of the fence, the reason I left thee
Black for the colour of my pupil
The once blinded vision I now keep vigil
The perception of hope for my people
Red is for the blood I will share with my children's fold
Yellow for the richness of their minds acquired from the old
Green for a replenished generation, hopeful and bold
Black is for their social caste
That which they now embrace in haste.
