Tale Of Our Road Map Poem by ENOCH AANU OJOTISA

Tale Of Our Road Map



In the edge of time must I address____
I am he who tells the tale of our roadmap.
From the excerpts of our agony's cup must I account our taste of time?
I am he who tells the tale of our roadmap.

_____A voyage it all began as of,
On a road of vagueness we headed towards;
Towards evolution; towards bartered mirror for territory;
Our ancestors were conned to slavery.

In the edge of time must I address_____
I am he who tells the tale of our roadmap.

____A black turned white monkey begins to suffer his own people;
Encroached in the silhouette of a webbed deceit of long nosed?
Yes! Trading and bargaining on men like items of industry.
He is called AJELE!

From the excerpts of our agony's cup must I account our taste of time?
I am he who tells the tale of our roadmap.

Boys and girls are seized from sucks;
They become sucks of chains;
Lined up like fishes in a can
Carried off to the plantation now called Caribbean!

In the edge of time must I address_____
I am he who tells the tale of our roadmap.

Little or no time,
Taught only to hear;
But the purity of humanity taught more than to hear.
We were sent to school.

From the excerpts of our agony's cup must I account our taste of time?
I am he who tells the tale of our roadmap.

Though some were pierced with hot rods;
Some fed to animals of jungle and power;
While most were consumed by incarceration;
Yet we attained our freedom.

In the edge of time have I spoken____
I am he who tells the tale of our roadmap.
From the excerpts of our agony's cup I have accounted our taste of time.
I am he who tells the tale of our roadmap.

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