Look at how you’re treat’d, my belov’d!

you, I know, are made natural

like Mr. Adam from the dust.

Your breast are filled with sweet natural milk

like milk and honey of the Land of Canaan.

But you’re been made to look

like an ugly African chimpanzee;

they’ve rubb’d your face with shame –

shame of corruption and oppression.

Your childr’n are now made to taste suff’ring

but you now look on us, silenc’d!



Look at how they now ride on your back

like monst’rs mounting on helpless horses.

Your childr’n refuse to love anoth’r;

tell ‘em not to hate one anoth’r

like America against Iraq,

or Iraq against America.

Tell ‘em to plast’r you with wond’rs,

and help those in need like Big Brother Joseph.

Aft’r you have told ‘em these, my belov’d,

then shall you look like a diamond!

Eche Ononukwe

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