HEED THESE VOICES
ASWAGAAWY:
Our differences in tongues and skins
are God’s gentle beautiful art keen.
Like a caterer turning rice to jollof rice,
fried, coconut or leaving it white.
We are various isles from one island,
We are geckos that echo on one land.
AFROGENIUS:
Tho’ we’re scattered like cast seeds,
a:r hearts’re twined like pair of genes.
I smoked wisdom, puffs of Intels spin,
Listen to voices that’re wisdom filled.
If genesis is not revolution.
Then heed my words for satisfaction.
NAPOROO:
The world`s a grassland to hearth all,
Rain graces the grass and Shrubs tall. Thus, we remain therein to breed,
To empty this earth-full and be freed.
Heed! For peace and unity to rain
blood in the Black and White veins.
JOY:
We wind across the lonely path on
the mount with none but rocky soil.
With arms interlock we aim sky high
and our difference…
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