Whether you are anguished at night or freezing in the day,
Life must be lived outside the set.
It’s that you must learn at school,
To believe you are weak at solving your inconveniences,
They came and went but they didn’t go for long,
They had their time bombs of ideologies
Properly contained under your head at the back of your brain,
They knew their plans.
That if you made a slight move forward
It ought to detonate
Them you would cry for help
And whose else?
If not theirs
Who preached God to you,
Who brought magic to you,
Who made you what you are.
Now they have chained all parts of us.
The former chain was conspicuous and frail,
Based on prominent greed and utter nakedness
It had to break under our insistence.
The current chain is silent yet a gigantic yoke
Planted firmly on your conscience.
Forcing you to think. And to think…
Is to acknowledge and worship the west
How big my brother is your fathom?
The faces that hover over Congo
Are faces not of our brothers
Their hearts are not of flesh
But of steel, need and greed
They need uprooting, this weeds
They need a challenge
So pick up a gun and shoot the last white face.
15th December, 2006