FATE OR ILLUCK?

I can hear history whisper to the present,
But the historian is too busy with presents
To give the morrow that is to be.
Yesterday is gone, tomorrow is not yet here.
There's an unending dialogue,
Betwixt the kings and their heirs.
Africa! Land of earthen beauty;
Who sold her gold to buy earrings.
Before the coming of the elder seaman,
Africa drank the wines that dropped from their palm lines.
Their rulers weren't just seated on the throne,
They drew lines of greatness in the depths of the oceans.
Folklores under the moonlight,
Made every listener hold on to his folk's tail.
Have you so soon forgotten Mansa Kanka Musa,
Whose appearance at Hajj is likened to the rising of the morning sun?
African rulers dictated the tides of the seas
And spelt all the hands of time
Wrote on Africa's sands of time.



Fly me back in time.
For the present is lame & the future is obscure.
Rulers of hoarse voices.
Drumming virtue, yet raining vices.
Rulers of bizarre choices.
Abandoning their thrones home & ruling us from across the Atlantic,
As though we were mere chores.
Rulers of lost chances,
Failing to build a country when its due,
Rather breaking its feathers & leaving it limbless.
Leaders of zero vision.
Several appearances on television,
Yet no electricity for us to even watch with disgust the aging grand father.
A single ink on this sheet will cause a tear to drop.
I'd rather end & savor the pain without exposing the shame in this verses.
These are rulers I dare not ink about.
Black Rulers of the present!
Whether there lived a rose in this garden without a thorn,
That I am still to find.

As inked by EK TiGER et Taleabong B. Alemnge(PenBoy)

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