HOW MANY MORE MISTAKES? - by Murstradamus

I point my fingerTo whom it may concernIgnorant descendants of the swordOrigin of civilisation Started wellbut ended in hellThe mystery of a black worlddrowning in its own bloodHow many more mistakes will you make?Yesterday was dark and scaryAnd so is todayCries of the babies you’ve slainRise like symphonies from hadesLabelled them an abominationSacrificed them on a market dayMaiden mothers molestedStigmatised and rejectedAnd now you think the gods have forgottenAll the evils you did in their nameSelfish desires turned into lawMerciless faceless menWarriors with no gutsWhen the time of trials cameYou melted like waxSlaves’ what you becameYour gods fledYour warriors bledShrines devastatedits priest laid deadGod bless your sleeping monarchsWho sold their birthrights for a plate of riceTraded their dominion to become alliesThat’s when your life endedA new one beganAlas in this you’re no better than a slaveAnd you have to live as instructedAll your heritage hithertoA rubbish ridicule’s made out of themNow don’t blame the strangerWho was driven by the need to surviveWho knew what you thought was uselessWho fulfilled the cause of humanity to the fullestHe conquered nature and made a pathSquandered your own and saved what he gotAsked you to sleep but never laid on his backAlways moving ahead but “trying” to bridge the gapHe taught you his waysBrought you hope of better daysSoon you thought to yourself“Now I know, Let the stranger go”Your ignorance is your demonIt brought you down from graceIf you were wise you’ll learn with the sincerity of purposeThe selfless service wayBut you didn’tSo now you move in a zigzag motionTossed around like a canoe in a raging oceanYour system’s in crisisYour leaders are clueless monarchsWho knows nothing but accumulationAnd pay lip service to the ugly situationYour children proceed in confusion; With no ambition of doing better than their fathersJust like their fathers never dreamed of correcting the mistakes of their own fathersMistakes upon mistakesThey ignore national stakesAnd wrestle over national cakesYet having no idea on how to bakeNo one knows how to makeThey only know how to takeThey teach redundancyPropagate dependencyAnd on a given dayThey celebrate independenceAnd merry when they should be weepingHold festivities when they should be mourningIt is a gradual process of a slow deathIts amazing how no one can see it comingNo world can be free of problemsBut woe unto a world that’s stuck in the problems of yesterdayPlease admit that you’re blindSo that you can make efforts to seeStop fooling around with mighty dreamsWhen you’re still a victim of simple thingsYou’re black doesn’t mean you should be in darknessYou’re suffering because of your lazinessYou stopped to till the soilBecause you found a way to drill the soilMake so much and share the spoilsTell lies to a gullible people apathetic and dumbwho honour and adore people they should executeCall me foolishCall me a verbal bruteThis is no time to garnishI only tell the truthYou are no better than your fathersWho sold your brothers for mirrors and a bottle of ginFor today you starve your people to buy fancy thingsThen wander about like a one-eyed kingIn a kingdom of blind menDriven by greed to ignore the people’s needsYou sow discord to camouflage your sinSpill innocent blood and shed phony tears on the screenBut behind the sceneYou and your evil cohorts celebrate your winYou call the disaster you create a way forwardYour victims are poor unfortunate souls of wayward leadersIt goes on and onA steady progress in errorLeaving me with nothing but this question on my mind… How many more mistakes???

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