My inner city! My inner city!
I was within you
When the colonizers rock up,
I saw them
When they make you give up.
I still remember,
They were nice and wise,
Innocent and decent,
Comforting and consorting,
I never thought…
I am so sorry…
I never thought
They came to steal or kill,
Deform or break the norm,
Poison or prison,
I never thought…
But now that I know,
I stand up and say, "NO,
This is my city! "
I am tired of people's pity.
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A nice poem written with insight on the devastating effects of colonialism. In amicable disposition, holding the bible they came. And things fell apart. A lovely piece indeed. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.