gold throne houses a gigantic huge man booming voice and everything my man, dad sets a tiny blue seat to his right-hand-side so we fight together my king, dad fast ahead to puberty I am straddled to his throne rules bedamn, i said my trouncer, dad he said 'ntil doomsday back when i sat in my blue throne spears out betokening safety my guardian, dad vault clicked open Brutus walked in cock-surely spears, my cross to bear my executioner, dad whip cracks the new silence echo in the throne room painted by layers of blood my oppressor, dad macabre guillotine gleams under the moon less scarier than the round face my prosecutor, dad today, he's a man cast out not a king in this land huge gigantic man my father, dad
streaming rivers, blood red defiled hearts machete armed men so called warm heart of Africa Warm with blood massacre and killing sprees ndife amodzi (we are one) the empyrean weeps all night a divergence of melanin birthed on the same land Malawi, piles of cadavers hex our lands brown like toast we plume ourselves a ticket - to inhume our brothers clansman, the trickling stains that ring to the heavens brew thunderstorms and hails and we die in bloodshed mothers burying mutilated kids that drowned in terror and fear preyed and butchered in a land trademarked as "homeland" for printed paper? a sit in parliament? requital awaits in the corner for you, "melanin gods"