Women of the land, sprung rich like kemet
uprooted before the harvest by imperialistic tenets
shame what them people did to my continent innit?
Foreign on the tongue, strange fruit like guinep
taste buds of the young, but we were kings beginning
postbellum but sin in heart of people had been in
my continent before, strugglin for a shilling?
Capitalistic tendencies got us cold so we chillin
like it was our privilege to scrounge to make a living
off migrant labor systemic, indirect rule
social norms amended as an oppressive tool
women on reserves, survival becomes a duel
nobody got your back, your peoples digging for jewels
black lunged subterranean, women left to valiant
measures to survive, ostracized like aliens
told optimize daily in the homestead in stead
make some pence off your produce, but keep your own fed
everything else is criminal, shared their own bed
just to make the minimal,
beer brewing institution teefed by state subliminal
queens you have been resides in your being,
taken to native courts to abide man's decreeing
tainted by indignity urban migration leading
to squatters in settlement, landowners and tenements
bougie class development gained sounds of dissent
attempted obliteration through legislation that's bent
on continued accumulation at the people's expense
not entrusted with education so picketed at the fence
colonial administration committing Sharpeville Massacres
after her...... bullets rang, her people sang
Igbo women vowed to pull down with bare hands
every stain of oppression, bared souls connecting
formed as adorned a hedge of protection
sworn to their born, themselves and family
to nurture life blood and choke out profanity.
Mothers of Revolution you offered us solutions
pain in cracked palms, the tears, death, the nuisance
you grew thin so your seeds grew straight
the legacy you are can never be erased
you have struck a rock that will not be effaced.
