Neck craned, exposed,
To the greedy beaks,
Vultures hover,
Black dogs nestle over,
protecting the vultures,
As they devour her skin
Glistening oily, black,
The vultures: They are back.
Her intellect questioned,
Her rich heritage dissected, disemboweled,
Doubts of her prowess broad-casted,
Black Continent Rising!
The White/yellow Vultures,
Have stolen her future,
Her babies kidnapped,
Mentally, trapped,
They have learned to hate,
their black kin,
Despise their black skin,
They have cut off their black tongue,
Now they talk no more,
Minds occupied;
oh! the trappings of capitalism
They watch but do they really see,
The vultures,
As they devour her skin
Glistening oily, black,
The vultures: They are back.
Still she stands strong,
Neck Craned, proudly,
Watching stealthily,
Urged on by the sounds of her past heroes-
Mekatilili, Samoei, Kimathi-
Out goes the war cry,
Africa Shall be Free! Uhuru! Wiyathi!!
The tom tom drums, the war cries of old,
Time has come;
Time to protect the motherland;
No more; Never again!!
© Felix Kyalo, 2013
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| A re-enactment of the MajiMaji Rebellion in Tanzania in the Maji Maji Heroes Celebrations 2013 |
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