Mother land

A revised version of my poem:

Mother land

Many years ago

My African ancestors strolled

From the mother land.

A band

Of men, women and children

Whose looks over time and descendents

Paled to cope with cold.

And as we weathered,

My people became coloured.

We settled many places

And became many shades of white races.

Our character carried this pioneer spirit that didn’t recognise

The rights of others. We named this trait “civilised”.

Our link to nature lost,

We invented religion at the cost

Of forgetting the earth

Is bound in spiritual worth

With She, our ancestral Queen, the Great Mystery.

Instead, we worshipped ourselves and called our faith His-story.

We proclaimed a God in our own image

And invented in Him our desire for rage.

Ignoring His son’s life of Peace. Without shame

We bestowed gifts upon ourselves in His name.

Gifts of green, but not of nature.

Instead the colour of ink on white-like-us-paper.

Our beliefs in God, ourselves and greed

Were able to justify that others should bleed.

Journeys began across land and sea.

Found old places and called it “discovery”.

Indigenous peoples viewed as a different class,

Yet we hadn’t recognised ourselves from our past.

What should have been a family reunion

Instead became butchery after Sunday communion.

Ships that should have united all in ancestry

Stole kin from lands and transported them to slavery.

Spread Christian beliefs across African nations,

A Caucasian Jesus inventing racial discrimination.

Beauty took form in what was white and European.

De-beautified Queens raped among sugar cane in the Caribbean.

Isolated a people that rose and beat us.

Haitian children adopted without a fuss.

No forethought to let their mother keep them,

Perish the thought we give her income.

To the West with this fashionable brown baby,

An accessory for the trendiest of white ladies.

We created empires that butchered a family,

Then called it a Commonwealth in the name of equality,

But to member states I’m humbly suggesting,

It’s like a child staying with the father who molested him.

Wind back our evolution to the start of the tree.

Truth of the matter would f*ck up the BNP.

From Africa our ancestors were born,

And now, as white, we pass scorn

Over brothers and sisters we don’t view as equal.

When we left our Mother, we were infested with evil.

Of the worlds 7 billion population only some 1 billion people are white (Wikianwers). The same article described the majority of the world's population (nearly 6 billlion people) as "people of colour". Now let me revisit this. Let’s take it back.. Humanity began in Africa and spread around the globe. Europeans turned white because they couldn’t absorb sufficient vitamin D from the lack of sun. So this 15% or so of the earths population changed colour…. So do we need to revisit who is termed "people of colour". If something is different to a norm, is that the basis for when we use adjectives?… something is small if its smaller than normal etc., so if we are applying adjectives to complexion, surely those that are different to the norm should get the adjective….europeans are coloured?