Facade Of Our World Poem by Prince Adedeji S. Ologbenla

So drunken is our ancient wall that it lays ruins
Their fire powder crumbles our solace of pride
With their intelligence they turn us to disciple
The glasses we used to picture our world
Have they painted the colour of their world
Making our real world lie in imagination

From generation to generation
Our valours of the past keeps diminishing
With the strength of our fathers
Like Goliath we crumble before them
And here we are only a free-slave
Burdened with the responsibility they brought
We meet our needs not by tilling the land
But with the hanging noose on our neck
We've been robbed of who we are
And offered the way of who they are
Or the noose is pulled to tighten the knot
Like a tart, we became promiscous in culture
Giving up our heritage for the white's way

From generation to generation
Our heritage tarnishes day in day out
And like a madman
Who think of himself sane
We see it as the real way of life
We dropped yam festival for yuletide
Olojo festival for haloween
From generation to generation
What we have became important
Than who we are
A generation of the ages
Now a generation of today

One day our eyes will open
To see the beauty we've lost
From death will we wake
To testify on the ancient angel's ways
For so as they were, they still are
We'll realize that nature's beauty
Is not the snow that falls
But in the radiant colour of the sun
Our real world lies in the splendour of the sun
And our real self is who we were then

Africa O my Africa
Our ways should be our ways
Not their ways our ways