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BLACKIES AND BROWNIES’ COUP

Come together ye black velvets

Come together all ye brownies of saints

And stage a coup; 

A coup of freedom of thoughts and behaviours of hate

Equip yourselves with powerful guns;

Guns loaded with convincing word bullets

Learn to be perfect

Be perfect for the shooting ahead

Learn to fight, fight for the extinction of labeling and suspicions

Blow their brains with bullets of words

To bring them back to the reality of the comparable

No analogies must be tolerated.

Not only that, get malleable strong canes of conscience that can stroke to reality

Canes of solid evidence that can whip to knowledge

Those who see black as doom

Cane sternly, not out of vindictiveness, to erase every  trait of victimization

Get bombs of enlightenment destructive enough to blast the world in seconds

And blast the superiority complex off their brains without mercy

Get clubs and batons of love that hit to kill dreadful thoughts to your detriment

Also take your workable thoughts of reason

And put them on display during the operation as you throw the bombs of enlightenment

‘Cos you have suffered, you have suffered brutality of thoughts

And many blows from the ranting of stones from mouths of self-acclaimed superiors

You have every right to conduct this coup of reason

‘Cos you have been under the abyss of grave inferiority

It is time to rid them of their distress;

The grand-lings of tamers of ‘the perceived tamed brutes’ of yester-years

Who have been bitten by the bugs of dominance

And have stuffed their hearts with corroding thick layers of hate

Directed at your generation

Blackies and Brownies, rid yourselves of all fear and go all out

For this coup to pay them for their “granders’ taming”

Pay their inhuman enlightenment with delightful wordy illumination

To be able to free yourselves of the stares of oppression

That makes you want to lay baits of death second after second

Come, let us be done with this coup

And be free as soon as possible

Many honours are begging to be received

And many humanly steeplechases are in wait to be conquered

     By: Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia,©2014.

 

By amoafowaa

Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)

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