Milked My Motherland

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 (Verses Of Liberation)

Milking my motherland, they did with greed,

They arrived, planting their seed.

With eyes devoid of empathy or care,

They stole our riches, leaving us bare.

Across vast landscapes, they set their gaze,

Exploiting resources in poisonous ways.

Like parasites, they drained our land,

Leaving scars and wounds, hard to withstand.

They called it conquest, a civilized mission,

But it was cultural genocide, no admission.

Our heritage trampled, traditions erased,

Rewriting history, leaving us displaced.

They seized our languages, silenced our voice,

Their superiority, twisted a choice.

They trashed our values, they called it progress,

But it was devastation, leaving hearts oppressed.

Draining my motherland, they did without remorse,

Deceiving us with promises, a hollow force.

They profited from our sweat and tears,

While we suffered, swallowed in fears.

Our art and craftsmanship, they stole away,

Displaying them in museums, a cruel display.

Our tales and legends, treated as exotic whore,

While we struggled, stripped to the core.

But even in the darkest hour, hope arose,

Resilience bloomed, like a desert rose.

We are reclaiming our pride, our heritage like fresh brew,

Rebuilding our culture, starting anew.

No longer submissive, we rise with might,

Resisting the narratives that they tried to write.

In strength and unity, we'll heal our land,

Milked no more, we reclaim our stand.

For the wounds may run deep, but we're not defeated,

We find strength in the past, where cultures meet.

Together we march, our spirits unchained,

For our motherland's glory, forever reclaimed.

©️Ochago George William. 

George The Tired Poet

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