Rhyme of the ancient Chief
He speaketh
From the mouth of babes he sounds
Grown men with twisted minds applaud
From the depths of a world past
“Free, free, at last”
He punches his fist in triumph
An urchin laughs, a belly laugh
That wrenches the stomach of his pit
The enemy yonder spits
What is is now?
“You should know.”
A voice speaketh from a place unknown
How long is it going to last?
From the depths of a world past
This will last an eternity
So long as man breathes
This is our way of African tithing
An arm and a leg perchance?
A whole life wasted on hate perhaps?
He speaketh
From the mouth of babes he sounds