Spring forth the Blackman’s ire

Of a people shackled, trampled, and vilified

From birth, in life, in death, and in the hereafter

Penned up in imaginary lines

Born of the dastardly scramble for Africa,

Conceived in Bismarck’s Berlin of 1884

Where a white foot on the African ground

Equated to a white man’s ownership

Of the Blackman’s land

So divide, occupy, and rule they did

As clans were split and families sundered

By the greed of the white man and the Arab too

And the dastardly fifth column

Of the African chiefs

Buffeted by King, Queen, and Kaiser

And Emperor too

Apparent mission to Christianize, civilize, and commercialize

Real mission to plunder

But did they not get their just desserts

For just as brutalize and pillage they did

And sung praises to their Maxim and Gatlin guns

So too were they brutalized,

And their minds barbarized

And as their deeds were laid bare

And became a burden too far for their descendants

to bear

So history was rewritten, to fault the victim,

And sanitize the barbarians

A lie too far, says I

So spring forth the Blackman’s ire

And claim back your bounty

And let your children

And your children’s children

Live with pride, and dignity

But only if you spring forth your ire

And fight clever

And restore your self-esteem

So Blackman from the cradle of humanity

Straighten your spine and show your mettle

Shed your whining and take up the good fight

Gather your wits and garner your wiles

Save your progeny, from the chains of modern slavery

But don’t just get mad Blackman

Get wise and act clever Blackman

So that you may finally sup

From the cup of your bounty

Chilu the Elder