Mothers of Revolution

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.