The Holy Briefcase

Many decades ago
They came with ego
And condemned our ways
Planted a religion to thwart rays.

They arrived with briefcases
To uproot curses,
But therein lies weapons
To put fears and lampoons.

These albinos polluted our culture
And tagged us barbaric nurture
Our ancestral graves desecrated
They built their temples, called them sacred.

Today, we are enemies of ourselves
Religion the madness of selves
Amadiaho traveled in ship,
Here we behave like sheep.

This scar will linger forever
Many eyes open, but blind ever
Lets retrace our root,
The Cross lies the truth.