We have laughed upon the sphinx
Little by little, some jejune black children
Bricked up the pyramids
My black sister
Whose ebony face is a temple of beauty
Started her domestic soup from Nok’s relic
The Greeks stood like pantheons over all other gods of love
Started tragedy from a dithyrambic smile
Grandpa said he got a medal and a photograph
From the heat organised by Germans
While Granny was in a hut at the foot of Kilimanjaro
As Black Panther tore the throat of a victim
Only the reeds can serve as our proofs of valour
The Russia is a BIG 5
Inside Albert Einstein’s skull
Lived what will ruin the world
America buzzes up with neon smile
China is warming up from the East
Iran is enriching its brain with uranium
And at a riverside along the Nile
Folktales of the wayward West are read to children with Iroko hairs
Written by: Olajide Michael
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