USA Africa Dialogue Series - Moans Atop A Whore

(Poem By: Chidi Anthony Opara)

In this hour

When the angel

Filled

The womb of the virgin

With angelic fluid

And the virgin,

Still a virgin bore a child,

Mandate

Made mad by power

Moans

Atop a whore

Spreadeagled.

 

The state is stuffed

Inside the bag of abandonment.

 

We have stepped

Into another beginning.

The warnings

Of wisdom are still unheeded,

The madness of mandate

We still ignore.

 

Mandate

Made mad by power

Moans

Atop a whore

Spreadeagled.

 

This beginning is set

To step

Into the portal of past

And bid us bye forever.

By then

We will be beyond salvation.

The umbilical cords

Of our newborns

Will be buried in foreign lands.

To the gods of other lands

We will offer sacrifices.

We will pour libations

To the ancestors

Of those who own us,

Our ancestors will agonize.

 

Mandate

Made mad by power

Moans

Atop a whore

Spreadeagled.

 

 

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