Paperless Poets

We are…

Paperless poets,

Clichés fighting for the spotlight,

Fragmented sentences defying oratory paradigms,

Torn pages from ancient handwritten manuscripts

That the gods themselves penned in hopes of saving humanity.

We are…

Synonyms of odium,

Undetected misfits of similitude,

Proud allegories of our fathers,

Unheard exclamations of our mothers

Silenced only by the passive voices of their children.

We are…

The unforgiving slur,

Dialectical by default,

The idiomatic demise of reason,

The primordial language of extinction

Enunciated through cracked lips and plagiarized sound. 

New surroundings may breed new understanding, but never will I forget the old beginnings that have bred this standing rhetoric...

Never a love poem has been written.

Never beauty magnified as she.

Never a man will ever plunder,

As she has plundered me.

Never a sun has ever burnished.

Never a sky so blue.

Never my heart will beat in rhythm,

As rhythm was born in you.

Never will never become her fate

Never will tears be spared

Never will mind defeat the matter

That my Africa stands to bare.