The writer of redeeming words,
The undresser of the oppressor,
Dr Mama...
The chief-tress of the brain users,
I pen truths to speak of your struggle;
I make words bleed with imagery of your sacrifice.
We never deserved the love you have offered this land.
Yet you journey on,
Painting the way of this land using your lingual.
And I will let the pen scribble...
Of terrible births that have caused our demise!
Of greedy men that have eaten our innocence away;
Of the children of this land...dead in slumber,
Of some blinded by stolen loot.
I embrace your struggle mama...
We work for your freedom Mama...
We lay restless for a cause burning in our hearts because of you.
We wage war for you... Dr. Mama.
