Here I sit and watch

My dark tender eyes navigated toward my native land.

Saturating through the lost yet unborn.

Heartbeats parading in search of my Native warmth and touch.

Here I sit, waiting from dusk till dawn

Witnessing the brutality of my native folks.

My breed was born and nurtured into captivity.

Innate bloodline soaked in a massive bloodbath.

My Palm shakes in pain as I unfold the whips of infinity terror.

Western machines beckon for my native growth.

Colonialism's aftermath throbs in a heartbeat.

I weep sore!

Chains hung around

Ikem, Ibrahim and Ireti.

Fondled in immense torture

In denial of my innate identity

Accents denied and demised.

Grenades, fire, knocks, and shots

Finding their escape route,

whining and dining in my native suit.

Heroes, scattered abroad in abrupt carcasses,

shrugging off the labors of my hero's past.

They roam like ragged men

Bearing repercussions of telling lies.

Kai! My eyes agape in agony and bloodshed.

My aboriginal suit was stained red with the massacre

But, they are alive within me.

©Aveewrites.