This school is not our school <br />We have our own. <br />This culture is not our own, <br />I know it well. <br /> <br />They teach us science <br />What is it? <br />And philosophy of their own. <br /> <br />When they say knowledge, <br />Who is a fool? <br />Pluto, Plato are not blacks <br />They impose on us <br />And make it law. <br />And have us in their rule condemn <br />These men are wicked <br />Tell them so. <br />In our pain they make their mansion <br />And gave us food from our wage. <br /> <br />Before your Mathematics, <br />I know the numbers of my wives <br />And your Geography. <br />I know the road to my farm. <br />Before your Government, <br />I know my kingdom, <br />Before your Language, <br />I speak my own. <br /> <br />Before your Biology, <br />I feel my blood in my veins <br />Before your Accounts, <br />I make proceeds from trade. <br />Before your Architecture, <br />I make my mat, <br />Well designed. <br /> <br />This school is not our school <br />I know it well. <br />Yours make men proud <br />Ours make men humble. <br />We learn it from home, <br />So much it sticks. <br /> <br />Your school makes men tyrants, <br />Ours make a people worthy. <br />In your school, <br />our ladies are whores in naked pants. <br /> <br />No! not in our school. <br />My father told me so. <br /> <br />This is not our school <br />Our school must come again.<br /><br />macaulay akinbami<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-white-man-s-grave/
