THE DARK SIDE OF THE NIGHT
We keep searching and looking
International flights we keep booking,
The highs and the lows
Still frozen in our colonial laws.
our abandoned tribes scream our names
but we are too shy to look back there.
Birthed from a dark past we are
History, our mother is her.
We vomit on the graves of our
ancestors
to crawl under the wallet of our
investors.
Our prophets trade prophecies with
suits and ties
And our saints are lost in the tastes
of wines and pies.
Here the night has fallen,
The frogs are calling
The stars keep falling.
Burning candles freeze and darkness
burn so bright.
Dressed in darkness, our culture gasps
Like a dying dream.
Our prayers fly with arrogant
ambitions,
Overshadowing our own identity…
We fail to tell our shadows from
ourselves
Because much of us is in our shelves.
cool man,
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