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Invocation – Black Mother

 
 
 
 
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O Africa
you like a mother of many children
abused, insulted, brutalised, and abandoned
you bore your beautiful black children
and they were dispersed
like leaves in the dry season
flying, sinking, dropping
falling in mid-air
some sliding smoothly
in the cold breeze
others rushing
in the harsh storm that blows
them to distant places
do you often wonder
how your children
could leave you naked
hungry and unprotected
leave you to stand unguarded
defenseless
to be bought for bags of rice
of millet
to be seduced and abandoned
BLACK MOTHER
BLACK MOTHER, MOTHER, BLACK, BLACK MOTHER!
we have not deserted you
we learn the deceivers' ways
their tricks
we learn, we prepare
to rescue you
protect you
and feed you
your sons and daughters
are spilled around the world
working for the day
that great day
when a great army
shall converge upon you
the army of your sons and daughters
an army of doctors, engineers
Warriors, Warriors, Warrrrrriors, Warriors,
Warriors, Warriors
Warriors
farmers, clerks, your scribes
and more Warriors
they join and shout
burn down the fortresses of the robbers
put them in the dungeon they built
to carry away our mothers and sisters
our brothers
strike the bastards
with their own weapons
BLACK MOTHER
we shall do this in their own tongue
with their own weapons
their own logic
their own logic
and we shall LIBERATE YOU
FOREVER, FOREVER
we shall strike the bastards
the apes
the sons of the cavemen
and kiss our dear BLACK MOTHER
the day is coming
coming fast BLACK MOTHER
I know you say
you have heard this before
yes
but each son of your who says
strike the bastards
says it with renewed vigour and meaning
with more anger
they mean it
BLACK MOTHER, MOTHER, BLACK, BLACK MOTHER
too long have they
left you standing naked in the rain
too long in the sun
the bastards took your spice
they stole your gold
your diamonds
they raped your daughters, our sisters
enslaved your sons
your beautiful black sons
now they go to work
on your iron body
each day
transported across the sea
your ebony, mahagony
your strong limbs
splintered and shipped for decorations
of the bastards' homes
your sweet lovely fruit
plucked, sucked
to nourish your captors
and their sons
and their sons' sons
but it shall not be long again
BLACK MOTHER, MOTHER, MOTHER, BLACK, BLACK MOTHER
your strong powerful
sons will march on your captors
strike, strike
the bastards who desecrate our BLACK MOTHER
strike, strike, strike, strike
strrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiikkkkkkkkke
strike.

Source

Khasu, Kona. “Invocation – Black Mother.” The Seeds of Time: A Collection of Poems. Mimeographed typescript. Monrovia, 1971. 38–41.

Editorial Changes

Line Typescript Changed to
[title] Invocation--Black Mother Invocation – Black Mother
12 in the hash storm that blows in the harsh storm that blows
43 farmers, clerks, your scribers farmers, clerks, your scribes
50 strike the bastard strike the bastards
73 [after second "BLACK": double space] [after second "BLACK": single space]
76 to long in the sun too long in the sun
79 your diamond your diamonds
90 of the bastard's homes of the bastards' homes
96 bit it shall not be long again but it shall not be long again
101 the bastard who desecrate our BLACK MOTHER the bastards who desecrate our BLACK MOTHER

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The Liberian Literature Project

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