Born in the day by a Dame,
Named without consultation from natives,
A land was made, sold for nothing.
Lives lived and died without a life.
How am I even born?
When I was never formed for a purpose?
I exist oblivious of the times.
Am I a statue or statute?
A forbidden law or caricature?
I look up, climb down and lie flat.
Imagining where I reside was a land,
One flowing with peace and money:
No offense to the one flowing with milk and honey,
But I'm left nourished by excess sugars of malnourishment.
Take me to the ocean, let me swim in the creeks of harmony.
Leave me to build castles in my closet and mansions in my cupboards.
After this journey of prosperity,
One thing steers my direction back home,
Back to reeks of death, hate and wars.
It's still my land, isn't it?
The land that was artificially grown,
But never lived and never died.
It remains my land.
It is mine.
Mine for the taking.
The land I used to know.
One that never knew nor loved me.
It is the land I never knew.
But I'm proud it is where I grew.
Scratch that, I'm a son of the soil.
Deep within my loins are the roots of strength,
The one the lions used to tame the men,
That the women used to multiply men,
Excuse me for being the harbinger of power,
A loudness of flesh
And ferocious appetite of conquest,
Spoils upon spoils, till the spoils spoil my hidden spoils.
I'm unapologetically angry, vexed at my past.
Stop me, if you can, just know you will replace me in the quest for fumes.
Where do we go from here?
Feeding one another is to feed on one another,
The question is:Who will taste best in my gastric enclose?
Wake me, when the meal is grilled.
I'm but a hungry fellow, one who seeks to refill his desire to lust.
You may be upright, but you ain't up, right?
I thought so. That may be the case in foreign lands.
In here, the one closest to hell or in hell, is fit to grace the throne of heads.
Take with you your miracles and sermons of light.
It's only when the dark dims, a need for light arises.
We fuel the dark and keep it darker
We slay the future and cook up the past.
No presence for the present. They are merely presents for our precedents.
Bright lad, you may never understand these words of culture.
Until you are baptised in the river of blackness
The colour of our hearts and the only element our soils need.
This is how it is done and nothing you can do for it to be undone, unless....
Oh old one, you long died without the talk completed,
I'm here with new forms and little ones,
I never learnt well enough to lead
How do I proceed?
She has been a pillar these years
She has decided to journey far for support
I know you would have disagreed but you are no more, are you?
You promised to stay back, as with all your ancestors
Now your graveyard has been filled up with structures and structures unknown to our culture
Take me with you for I am lost in my own land.
The voices of the women are rising louder and louder
The men folk are wasted in the waists but tight with the fists.
A new religion has been created, it follows a tradition of robots
Life forms unseen, doing things better than the deities
Nobody wants to conform anymore.
The land is contoured and the waters upturned.
Our land is quite beautiful
Yet tales are heard of the beauty in the skies
You often thought only flies could fly.
Well, they, birds and even men go higher than the sky these days.
I'm not one to brag, but your brothers will be eating their words when they thought they had won wars
We have fought and fought and won and won till we are now all one.
United, excited and enlightened.
We did it all, with your advice by the way,
Staying back in motherland,
Learning all about fatherland from the farther lands.
But ultimately returning to our country land.
The same one we never knew.
Only this time, it became one we all drew.
In green, we moved towards the dream.
The land of fertility built by love and humility.
I'm glad it wasn't the one I had been told.
It was the one I had to behold and now, I know.
It is the only home I've ever owned.
©CAPT_IYKE ART 2021.
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