I thought I'd share this passionate poem with you. It touched a deep part of my soul and got me thinking and wondering how Africa got here.
South
Africa
These
killings, bestialities, animosities
You
show to your visitors
Are
for ignorance.
Oh!
South Africa,
A
land stained with innocent bloods
Generations
with all the soaps can’t clean.
You
have created ills
With
these odious killing competition.
You
neglected to learn,
Failed
to compete with your visitors,
Failed
to acquire knowledge,
Failed
to be hospitable.
Why?
Killing
your visitors
Can
never be a sacrifice
To
redeem your ignorance.
Killing
your visitors
Can
never open paths
Of
prosperity for you.
Killing
your visitors
Can
never generate ideas for you.
You
have caused your bad luck
With
these innocent bloods
That
would continue
To
cry from your soil
Till
the end of time.
Oh!
South Africa,
Sunshine
and moon
Shall
henceforth be your enemies
As
you enviously take to killing
Your
visitors as your foes
In
lure of taking them as your friends
-
Odimegwu Onwumere, Poet/Writer, Rivers State, Nigeria.
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