I point my finger

To whom it may concern

Ignorant descendants of the sword

Origin of civilisation Started well

but ended in hell

The mystery of a black world

drowning in its own blood

How many more mistakes will you make?

Yesterday was dark and scary

And so is today

Cries of the babies you’ve slain

Rise like symphonies from hades

Labelled them an abomination

Sacrificed them on a market day

Maiden mothers molested

Stigmatised and rejected

And now you think the gods have forgotten

All the evils you did in their name

Selfish desires turned into law

Merciless faceless men

Warriors with no guts

When the time of trials came

You melted like wax

Slaves’ what you became

Your gods fled

Your warriors bled

Shrines devastated

its priest laid dead

God bless your sleeping monarchs

Who sold their birthrights for a plate of rice

Traded their dominion to become allies

That’s when your life ended

A new one began

Alas in this you’re no better than a slave

And you have to live as instructed

All your heritage hitherto

A rubbish ridicule’s made out of them

Now don’t blame the stranger

Who was driven by the need to survive

Who knew what you thought was useless

Who fulfilled the cause of humanity to the fullest

He conquered nature and made a path

Squandered your own and saved what he got

Asked you to sleep but never laid on his back

Always moving ahead but “trying” to bridge the gap

He taught you his ways

Brought you hope of better days

Soon you thought to yourself

“Now I know, Let the stranger go”

Your ignorance is your demon

It brought you down from grace

If you were wise you’ll learn with the sincerity of purpose

The selfless service way

But you didn’t

So now you move in a zigzag motion

Tossed around like a canoe in a raging ocean

Your system’s in crisis

Your leaders are clueless monarchs

Who knows nothing but accumulation

And pay lip service to the ugly situation

Your children proceed in confusion;

With no ambition of doing better than their fathers

Just like their fathers never dreamed of correcting the mistakes of their own fathers

Mistakes upon mistakes

They ignore national stakes

And wrestle over national cakes

Yet having no idea on how to bake

No one knows how to make

They only know how to take

They teach redundancy

Propagate dependency

And on a given day

They celebrate independence

And merry when they should be weeping

Hold festivities when they should be mourning

It is a gradual process of a slow death

Its amazing how no one can see it coming

No world can be free of problems

But woe unto a world that’s stuck in the problems of yesterday

Please admit that you’re blind

So that you can make efforts to see

Stop fooling around with mighty dreams

When you’re still a victim of simple things

You’re black doesn’t mean you should be in darkness

You’re suffering because of your laziness

You stopped to till the soil

Because you found a way to drill the soil

Make so much and share the spoils

Tell lies to a gullible people apathetic and dumb

who honour and adore people they should execute

Call me foolish

Call me a verbal brute

This is no time to garnish

I only tell the truth

You are no better than your fathers

Who sold your brothers for mirrors and a bottle of gin

For today you starve your people to buy fancy things

Then wander about like a one-eyed king

In a kingdom of blind men

Driven by greed to ignore the people’s needs

You sow discord to camouflage your sin

Spill innocent blood and shed phony tears on the screen

But behind the scene

You and your evil cohorts celebrate your win

You call the disaster you create a way forward

Your victims are poor unfortunate souls of wayward leaders

It goes on and on

A steady progress in error

Leaving me with nothing but this question on my mind…

How many more mistakes???