I am of a breed of survivors,
Born to the land of riches, yet in pains and struggles
Where segregation sought to erase our race as bubbles
Where our God given hue became crimes, our major troubles
Young, old , parents, were all labled, even nobles
Set to chains as they crossed the Bible’s rivers
I am of a breed of Survivors
Descendant of those whose blood flowed like wine
In their numbers, on their lands, battered and sold like swines
Batrayed by no one else than their own Kind
Eske time dey for rewind, all we don blind
Blind to the things that makes sense
Blind to our stories twisted just to fit theirs
Where Oku Airlines dey, ei get the story line.
I am of a breed of Survivors
An integral part of those who rose again from their ashes
Dared to dream, kept aside pains of their lashes
So we began to build and repair
Elected one or two whom we thought would be fair
Honestly in the start, they tried to be clair
But power sweet, ei no easy for leave that chair
Some even takam give am for their heirs
All we sep dey so don dey fear
We don dey blind to the cries of the masses
Don dey blind to the atrocious rullership
Nobi leadership, ei don be na dictatorship
That which magnates, dictates, separates and irritates the mind.
Go ask Gabon, Senegal, Burkina or Mali
Ask them if the battles they fight are worth it
I believe justice has taken the hands of power
Karma knocking at the doors of those kings who ruled from prides of towers
Reminding us no one is above the law
So Take out your claws, it’s time to roar
The struggle continues without a flaw.
The wind of change…
See we are of a breed of survivors
In my voice echoes our stories, a poignant reminder,
Restoring glory to martyrs like Oum Nyobe, their fire.
I sing of lands abundant with resources untold,
But what we seek is knowledge, not pennies of gold.
Knowledge to break free from mediocrity’s snare,
To see and remove intruders who falsely care.
Knowledge to see those who claim to assist, but take in secrets our treasures,
It is time to rise to our pride, collect our measures.
See We are of a breed of survivors
And.. survivors united in our fight,
Demanding respect for our names in sight,
We are a breed of survivors
There is no time to lament, generations depend on us
So it is time to rise up, get up so focus
To illuminate your darkest thoughts,
I remain yours humble
@Moongirl 🌙
Stand up, it’s time to revive.