Tamed to bend
Into the model chairs
Carpentered for it
By the friendly pharos of its time
The black conscience flutters
Yet is taken in.
It forgets to look into its own self:
The broken yoke threatens to return
Only, this time
In the luring shape
Of luxury and golden chains
That frees the body
And enslaves the mind.
The old dragon sun
Now breathes hot civilization
And the wise brains
Of the strong sons of the tribes Pant
With an even more strange suffocation.
(In spite of its tribal ills)
Wishes to patch
Its torn spirits together:
Its past and present masters
(With their army of ghosts
That remained to haunt the earth)
Hook its innermost soul
And tear it apart:
And the African conscience
Still moans molested
Still remains drifting uprooted.
Tsegaye Gabre-Medhin (1936–2005)
Saheed A. Adejumobi
Greenwood Press
http://mindseyedub.com/Ethiopia.pdf
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