Harmony In Diversity | Konam Binditim Samuel

The pigment of her people vary
But their root traced to same route.
Minerals in her; buried.
From her veins flow oil,
Her vegetation; thick and rich.

The western hurricane
blew across her field
Seeking to annihilate
Her precious produce
But firmly she stood,
Resisting any oppression.
The struggle was grave
But victory at last.

Her eyes drip with tears
For her people now live in despair.
Same sword that drove away the enemy
Is thrusted into the chest of a brother,
Unity has become a thing of the past.

Why can't our differences; buried
And the flag of oneness hoisted high again?

©binditim

Poet's note: The subject of this poem revolves around Africa. The first stanza typically describes Africa and it's endowment. The second talks about the evasion of Africa by the Europeans, and the devastations caused during the time of colonialism which has sadly crippled the economies of African States. Some of these African States are still grappling with colonial excesses. In the third stanza, the persona laments how the fabric of unity in Africa has been torn by it's own people. Unity has been nipped in the bud. The final couplet asks a rhetorical question.