I am a young African hoping to change the white man's grave narrative for good.
Shepherds of 9ja who have been feeding yourselves
You have been feeding the cows of Bashan
You have been feeding the godfathers
Should not Shepherds feed the sheep?
You eat the of the economy
You clothe yourselves with the best wool of falsehood
You live under mansion made by the sweat of unpaid labour
You do not feed the sheep.
Oh ye Shepherds!
You say Raca to those who oppose your selfish selves.
You do not strengthen the weak
There is no place for the healers touch for the sick,
Who have not been healed
The crippled who have been injured on the galloping road
Have not been bound up
Those who have eloped with their love; brain drain
To other countries have not and cannot be called back
With the hardest force and harshness you have ruled them.
The nation is all better off without your shepherds.
A voice cries out in baritone soprano
“To the green pastures, by the fountains”
It shouts out in counterpoint upsurge.
“It is green enough here, no need to go over to the other side.”
The shepherds say Raca to the voice.
Not only have the shepherds had done wrongs
The sheep, as if the good pasture are not enough
They tread down with their feet they destroy.
Can two wrongs make a right?
Even among the sheep
You push yourselves with side and shoulder
For the crumbles, the shepherds have left you
Death is the shepherd of all mankind
I know the hireling would soon be sacked,
The real shepherds would soon arise
Not from space or overseas but from our midst
Shepherds who would make sheep sleep
In the woods
The sheep would no longer be slaves or prey
They will be provide with prosperous plantations.
Assured of all these
The sheep and the shepherds will move hand-in-hand to the pasture
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