Datakiss Poetry

DENNIS OSADEBAY.  YOUNG AFRICA’S PLEA

Don’t preserve my #customs

As some fine curios

To suit some white historian’s tastes

There’s nothing artificial

That beats the natural way

In culture and ideals of life

Let me play with the Whiteman’s ways

Let me work with the Blackman’s brains

Let my affairs themselves sort out.

Then in sweet rebirth

I’ll rise a better man

Not ashamed to face the world.

Those who doubt my talents

In secret fear my strength

They know I am no less a man.

Let them burry their prejudice;

Let them show their noble sides

Let me have untrammeled growth,

My friends will never know regret

And I, I never once forget. 

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OEM, TITTLE: AFRICA by R.E.G. Armattoe

                DEDICATED TO Mme. Leony Armattoe.

I once saw a maiden dark and comely,

Sitting by the wayside, sad and lonely.

Oh! Pretty maiden, so dark and comely,

Why sit by the wayside, sad and lonely?

‘I am neither sad nor lonely,’ she said,

‘But living, sir, among the deaf and dumb;

Relentlessly watching these shameless dead,

Makes warm heart grows very cold and numb.’

Passion Is An Indispensible Element Of True Leadership

SERVANT-KINGS    R.E.G. ARMATTOE

Leave them alone,
Leave them to be
 Men lost to shame,
To honor lost!
Servant kinglets,
Riding to war
 Against their foes
Who urge them on,
And laugh at them!
Leave them alone,
To honor lost.

Datakiss Poetry