Sunday 4 January 2015
Written: 2015 (My African Mental Physics [10] )
Start: 17:20
End:
18:11
DEAD
MEN TALKING
I hear they
are being killed…
Killed for
what they do not know!
‘Do you
really know why you were killed?’
Asked he
asked, the dead person.
Would they
have received the answer?
Culture,
tradition and customs destroyed!
Would they
be the ones who destroyed it?
I doubt
about that…
Maybe
systematization blind folded their eyes to vanity.
Them to
blame… ‘no no no…
Not even a
single day!’ He would say…
Africa can
you hear some new voices…
From your
gatherings and the ground?
‘No no no…
we can’t’
Why not…?
‘We are
busy crying and burying our relatives,
Who died
from an unknown disease!’
Can you
please cry with us…
‘How can we
cry- more whilst we are still crying?’
What are
our ancestors saying about these things?
‘We no
longer hear the voices of our ancestors…
The
politicians domesticated all the culture!’
So Mr
author…are you not afraid of them?
‘I am one
of them, that is the reason why I am writing this poem!’
A
politician? ‘Yes a politician!’
‘Who dears to kill, before being killed?
Is this
war?
Who is
fighting who?
And… since
when?
Was it
foreseen or a surprise?’
Asked the
dead man to another dead man new arrival!
‘Has dying
become the new fashion of life?’
Asked the
dead man questioner!
If the dead
would fight with the living what would remain?
‘Dead
people!’ Answered all the dead people.
What is it
that we did to deserve this- our ancestors in West Africa?
What is it
that we did to deserve this- our ancestors tattered all over the world?
What is it?
What is it?
What is it
that we have done?
‘I do not
believe in that!’
Said one
living being of the deceased,
What do you
believe in, the author asked?
‘More life!’
A-ha more
life…
An act of tranquility
between the beginning and the end!
Why would a
living being leave to live?
Situations
crossing people’s boundaries,
Without
leaving room for them to vote!
‘What is it
that I am allowed to vote for in this world?
Even my prayers, not all of them are answered,
as I recall’
Echoed an
old man sitting on a bench of the living!
Situations,
the greatest enemy against my people’s wishes!
This is my
intellectual clap!
One clap is
a sign of the war…
Two blows
are symptoms of war…
A kickback
is the beginning of the war…
Bloodshed
marks the end of the war…
And Death
echoes peace and tranquility to all human vibrations!
That, to
which we are forced to believe…
That, to
which we have fallen victims of!
Arise man
for the son…
Arise woman
for the girl…
To face the
true truth…
And make
today the future- a better history!
It is all
in the inner fire,
And it is all
just a step from your consciousness.
A jackal
living to bite its tail…
To a jackal
pack living from surviving to living!
‘Iron bars
removed from our necks,
But
financial bars put on our necks!’
Said the
poor street boy sitting on the edge of his intellectual clap…
Too big for
him to shut up from these situational devils!
THE END!!!
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