The Game of the Colonizer (Exposed)

(Bridled thoughts of a Pan-Africanist)

 

You rejoice in me being down

You rejoice in me being a slave

You rejoice in me being the exploited

You rejoice when you exploit me

You kill me for waking up

 

My resources are for others

The rules are not made for me

The rules are against me

 

You make my people fight each other

You make my brother my enemy

You make my neighbor my enemy

 

You make me despise who I am

You make me rejoice in who I am not

 

You have poisoned my mind

You have made me reject my humanity

 

You make me play a game

A game with your rules

You set the rules against me

 

I lose the game before it starts

For the rules are to make you the winner

 

You make me rejoice in the downfall of my brother

In you I hope to get relief

Relief from the pain and suffering from you

 

You are my yoke of suffering

 

Your brotherhood is unbalanced

You come like a brother

You abuse my brotherhood to you

 

You kill my visionary leaders

You trick me into believing in you

You make me believe in my fake leaders

You make me believe that your view is the only view

 

You exploit my resources

You make me value your goods

You make me reject my own goods

 

I have known you for centuries

I know your greatness

I know the greatness of my people

 

You make me believe I cannot be without you

You make me a worshiper of your ancestors

You make me reject my ancestors

 

The revolution shall be

For I am still an African

I have great ancestors

I will not reject them

 

I have found my great connection

I am great

The great shall rise to be

 

You shall never kill a resolve to be free

Freedom is part of me

Even under bondage

Even under your yoke

I am free

For freedom is in my spirit