native.
I belong between these walls
between the crevases beneath these falls
pitfalls, loveless scavenging,
the howls of the beast calls.
Native.
This womb they think is all black
technology-alien, unable to walk past
the Gates that machines force us through
Full of Debts, Bill will be glad to sponsor two
african children.
Natives.
intellects for the internet.
Savage than the thoughtless throwing
of well-built slaves into sea, then thoughtless rowing
of the well-built ships, sailing slaves for bidship.
Natives.
Xenophobic because philosophies coined by the white minds
have got the 'black' ones bitten and twice shy
Barely scared of inadequacy. Its better when you might die.
so Our own kinds are also aliens
bossom brothers? strange and sinister
bossom aliens. keep the hope for change as minimum
as you possibly can.
Forcibly maybe.
but who is that courageous in His unwrong mind
to attack a native in his own land?
'Cursed' is maybe the wrong word
songs heard...
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Natives.
Doctor's, biotechnologists and plaintiffs!
brooks
THE NATIVE
i gulped spirits and began to see spirits,
i was been greedy cos its home was a migit
painted in green with water inhabitants
a part represented a whole, a whole for a part,
like it was a covenant
a silent echo from the god of the clouds voice,
poses potential a threat, but i am the culture,that was my choice,
the story, the words, the beating of the drums
the huge sacrifice of little virgins, where the noble king has to make sure that before they go away, they come.
the masquerades arresting the athmosphere
with the acrobatic display of witchcraft and wizandry
its a sad celebration and darkness loves its chemistry.
the sad gods of our time line up to be paid homage to
as they taste the sweet sadness of blood and of dead souls too
the talking drum raps as old folks clap their hands in excitement
and dance to its lyric,
the bed time stories and the gods are what we live by,
and their past is what we mimic,
change only feeds the past with many years,
which in turn, makes us grow in age
so we dont actually mature,
we just grow and hope that somehow, history shows,
that we have lived our lifes in history
where we copied and pasted history
because it was written for a specific processor
as such it made all of us a defalut cursor
but i just immigrated into the present as such i deserve a special priviledged position.
i am now a NATIVE of the future,
with this i drink juice and eat ham,
use my words as spears and swords while singing songs of the mohicans.












