These Black Lands

Steward Of Words (SOW)

These Black Lands
Upon these black lands we have got heaven's blessings in various forms,
High sums,
Eight figures,
Not speaking of money which fades away...
But of these black booties of whom even the sun gets jealous...
Speaking of us, Africans!
Curious?
Hear me....
Upon these black lands, oil resides in our sands,
So the White says heaven has with the Blacks taken sides...
So they steer us, push us, trick us, sell us, kill us,
But upon these black lands heaven has left black strength,
Call it Black magic,
It's the only reason we still stand strong even though things have fallen apart,
So like Joseph, we rule our world, we Glo, anointed with oil, black oil, no, diamonds...
For,
Upon these black lands, deposits of diamonds abound....
In quantities, in which in no other lands can be found.
No competition, don't be in one dear black lands,
Stand tall, don't fall, don't bend black folks...
These red seas you see are but a mirage, they are not the end... Part them, find your path...
For
Upon these black lands many have fallen that you rise,
They paid the prize, rise black folks, walk to the podium and say these words,
"We are Africans, not Africants!"
"So whatever we desire we CAN achieve...."
Black folks only believe.
Stand beyond the divide, for it is divine...
It is meant to confuse them not us....
Focus,
Don't let them beat us,
The gods do not support a battle of we we,
Black folks flee,
If your brother comes against you, flee, it is Ekwensu...
For those two blacks hands are made to unite and attack our common enemy at night,
As it is our custom,
So....
Choose peace, choose black, please...
For upon these black lands,
Heaven has also bestowed common sense,
Common sense, have common sense.
© Ephraim Emmanuel (SOW)