For Fela Kuti

we walk in many village

scrape the dust from soles of feet
earth-baked sorrow and sun-parched skin
tears are luxury for the rich
but sadness grows wild in the bush
the weeds of our discontent

we walk in crowded city

the police earn no respect
but fear is a stronger tool
and the pen is only mightier than the sword
when used to sign the soldier’s check
teardrops rain in the city
sweeping away hope in torrents

through Jesus Christ, our Lord

come in, come in, come in
en nomine patris, et filii
and the almighty naira
amen, amen, amen
black market traps us
rich in oil, poor in hope
raped of dreams

I see my people, and they cry, cry, cry

the sun is setting on africa
waste encroaches like the sahara
parch lips, flaccid tits,
bloated bellies, malarial heat
we carry blood diamonds
in the ark of our covenant
and prey on our people while
I pray for our souls

I walk in many village

and die, having cried
loudly, in the streets
not knowing if I am heard
but at peace, having done
what I could, and if one voice
takes up the cry

by the Grace of Almighty Lord

Waka, Waka, Waka
Amen, Amen, Amen


  1. this is the kind of poetry i like

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