By Olupona Adeola Elizabeth (Lilybeth)
Skinned Blacks;
Brave and agile.
Their forefathers’ tongues,
Never stiffen in their throats.
The songs of their land,
Journeyed in their veins.
The beauty of motherland,
Fulgurated like precious gold.
From her breast,
They were weaned.
Innocence was a spirit they revelled in.
Barefoot they danced their flesh,
To the tune of the gods.
Earth was fertile and tranquil,
Nature bowed at the feet of heaven.
But, in the dead of the night,
Complex voices were heard.
Their barbaric footsteps
Aroused the tower of Babel.
The black bones wailed at the rhythms
Of sounds of aliens.
Father mourned, mother wept,
The soil is defiled.
The light has become darkness.
Àtùpà is gone!
Broken and chained,
The children of the land
Wayfare to the unknown.
