Silent wail
A smote into our hearts
When our sons disregard our hunts
Look they spake of a revolution
Hearkenin to its civilization
Harsh! You hear of their nuts
And turned gay to their chants
Yet its complexity never satisfied your anxiety
Your memories are filled with darkness,
Which can never lighten up your curiosity
For we taught we have moulded your hearts
We cried for your impetuous acceptance
Their erronous culture never suited you but you undoubtedly followed
Did we not clothe you?
Did we not feed you?
Did we not teach you?
Your bodies now refuse to be clothed
Your mouth now neglects her breast
Your mind keeps on to be entangled with fear
You look but never see
Your *eyes* never heard our cries
Why do you besought now?
When you Don't even know where your leg stands.
Nichole Jane Asare
09/09/17
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