I want change
This modern technology feeds the ignorant masses
With words and images more addictive than grasses
Since when did black become white?
Since when did wrong become right?
With each generation, race is defined
Pure black roots have been redefined
Skin colours are redefined in broad daylight
And the people vote out of sentimental plights
Strange!
I want change
I don't want a range of change
That rearranges my need for change
Dancing around is this global financial crisis
This is cracking up the world into pieces
A mixed-race making grounds is a stepping stone
But there is no pure black root high up the throne
Listen!
There is no black in the Whitehouse
Listen!
There is no female in the Whitehouse
It is a blinding mystery
How we so easily forget our history
The struggles and the fights for identity
The hope of stability and equality of sexuality
Strange!
I want change
But I don't want a range of change
That superficially rearranges my need for change
The stronger the root, the stronger the stem
There is no one who can solve our problems
The problem of starvation
The problem of population
Passed on from generation to generation
It does not matter who holds autonomy
On decisions of matters on the global economy
Until we learn to be considerate
As we copulate to endlessly populate
Food resources are facing extinction
Natural forces are on fateful missions
Man made curses introduce present institutions
There is no cure
Unlike before!
Strange!
I want change
But I don't want a range of change
That superficially rearranges my need for change
Copyright 2008 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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