16 <br />ILLUSION <br /> <br />We heard them shouting loudly, <br />They heard us lamenting over plight. <br />They told us there was a Saviour coming <br />And our heart leapt with gladness <br />But Time, its sweet memories have left unfulfilled. <br />And Tyrants have usurped our hearts and voices. <br /> <br />In times of grief and oppression <br />Our Fathers chanted wild the name of Freedom <br />And knocked loudly on Liberty’s temple. <br />Mother Nature listened and sent her sons. <br />But they cried: Not Ghandi Not Malcolm X, not Nkrumah, Not Luther King. <br />There was a Peacemaker called Kennedy. <br />They heard he loved the Blackman <br />And laid him to eternal submission. <br />Peace is weeping in her Temple <br />Vainly imploring her multitude sons <br />cease the fray. <br />But they all feigned deaf. <br />Wallowing in the gore <br />Beneath the Towers of Silence.<br /><br />Kris Atta Pappoe<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/illusion-41/
