As i went along to proclaim peace,
I was astonished by the look on their faces,
The majesty had lost his touch,
Leaving the whole world in sorrow,
And all i had to do was to watch them wip in tears,
The darkest hour in our survival reign.

Yes, i heard stories,
Tales about humankind and naciccists,
About how one man fought but lost his breath in battle,
How armored, cavalries tanks burned to ashes,
And how horses became ghost riders in a blink of an eye,
The tales of the night.

And so back then blood was power,
A man's head symbolised another fool's strength.
As they still proclaimed murder as a sin,
Though forgot too quick about their own commands.
These are tales that keept the planet divided.

Then our elders were servers of the westerners,
Their rights held no meanings,
They were the pairs of oxen used to produce cotton,
And their sweats served a breakfast on the master's table,
Yet they proclaimed justification for all.

How could one man be so cruel?
Forgetting that one man's strength is the other's future,
Thier cries into slavery was just an objectionable value,
And all decided to ignore them,
Now it's all give or take in war,
Which will only end the day judgment will be justified,
Which for now seems to be beyond existence.

The tales of the broken hearts,
The stories that left us orphans,
The talks that left their souls as ashes,
People will arise,
Peace will reign.



© Adelyn Moliepe