THE COLORED MIND

Her breath,choked by bureaucracies,exhales a story of turbulent seas rough and telling more than jenny sees taking it back to Genesis where it all started like Greek myth,before the flood of Noah,not Ramsey at the destruction of patsies the ones that got blessed not lucky and got saved descendants of the mercies of the Almighty from the loins of Kish, down generations of inventors,traders and scholars to the first universities in her young epicenter worriors and strategists emperors and pharaos to a dark worn out shell of memories vile those that have her tears flowing north tears her children called the Nile, tears never enough to wash the bile as her children were led away in single file her core, robbed of resource diamond and gold the knowledge and books stolen and sold the next generation held in a fold introduced to the slave-ship phenomenon on waters so cold their tough hands reduced to picking soft cotton the same one which eventually made the white T that the young colored male is enslaved to her dirge decries the failed state of affairs, the states stuck in arrears, the masks a statesman wears the war instigators diabolical agitators sadistical dictators political conspirators that her dear sons turned into, the toxic bug of foreign influence that had brothers at arms;not in each others arms embracing, wars full of foreign artillery which no one stops to ask from whence it came before fire engaging and pulling the trigger paranoia caused by mindsets disfigured a people lost brainwashed by populist theories at what cost? The land being robbed as the few successful minions toast boast and say prosit while the rest wallow and roast thinking what the bunch of angry farmers fighting for their land brought was independence yet still they drown in dependence not absolving themselves in repentance slaves of their own mind fueled by prejudices from their own kind judging by skin-tones and hair they find not as kinky or a little more silky than their perceptions can accept... Pointless wrangles and tangles that make mama bleed from the side the Congo river symbolically where Jesus got stabbed before he died as she hopes for tomorrow,AFRICA knows the hardest part of hope is the wait.