Echoes Of Ancestry Poem by Dr Anthony Onoja

Dark days loom, times we dread the most,
History's archive records our stormy cries,
We tell our tales, our wounds speaking truth.

Sometimes we stand as brothers in arms,
Other times, shamed by deceitful rhetoric.
In tribe and religion, we forsake our destiny,
Bound by fate to the black ship of Mother Africa.

Only when we, the Negro, see we fight our shadows,
Will the strangers cease to captain our ship.
Rise from complacency, children of the tribe,
Hear the calls of your ancestors.
Our mothers bow in sorrow,
The sea carries the destinies of our young.