The kingdom gone

In pain and tears

We came up against our most reliable foe

With our uncertain ally

All because of our mustard ego

Enough to become a continent when it is all grown

Where will it find space to grow

If not to conquer our foes and ally

Greatness, we thought we could achieve with love

But made a fatal error in forgetting

That its shadows is its only weak point

Exactly what dynasties and empires did to become irrelevant

So did our mustard ego

We turned our mirror inside out

And made the template our guide

Only to be disappointed at the end of the conquest

Even the gods did not know if it was a conquest or a contest

All these is far gone

No more judgment to face

What step can be taken after defeat


Unsung Blacks

Our greatness will be discussed

On a round table by our enemies

Even our future generations will give them hands

Only to be defeated once again

All because of their arrogance

And unbelief in our acts of bravery

We remain undefeated in the face of Alexandra the great

Forgetting that we are the David of our time

The Alexandra of their generations

The Solomon of our past

We made them the believers of our prophetic parades

They become our Saul and Jonathan

Their victories will become a facade

Their defeat will be disgraceful

All because we are the undisputed

The undefeated

We are the generation of the past, the present, the future

All fused together to become the blacks

We brought in every shades of colour

And made it into a beautiful and songed colours of generations to come

We are the deamons of your entire self and generations

We are your shadow..

Battle of the defeated

In this life that is filled with highs and low

We were bought into this magnitude and glorious country

Always a giant slayer in all ramification

Our race was all encompassing

With all shades of black known and unknown

Brave to the point of death

Zealous even in the face of defeat

A mother so blessed that its insecurities are too visible it blinds her children’s aspirations

Our desperation is conditioned to our philosophy

Our ailment can only be cured by our vultured and not so enigmatic culture

Our disturbed past never laid foundation for us

They erected the building on a sloppy rock

So sad how we are enjoying their misrepresentation of fortune or wealth

So optimistically pessimist to the things that occur in our environ

We will keep on fighting as to leave a trace of our battled thoughts in history

Only not to be appreciated by our masters

Why this era of great failures in all ramifications?

Failures not as educational failures

But failure as beings of the highest grade of pottery

Our deamons are to be released as to block our prayers from the path of the angels

But angels are never responsible to our request as we are all condemned for being blacks

Only question that remains to be answered is

Why are we left alone in this cruel environ to fend for ourselves from the beautiful and evil phoenix

Knowing fully well how great our enemies are

How it goes on its own conquest riding on the wind’s infallible wings

Our deities are never as powerful as theirs

We will never back down

We will soar high in our defeat

We will appreciate ourselves in our defeats

Our defeat, not yours