The lost world

Following the diminishing of the ancient heroes The fading of the mist of ancient kingdoms Came the birth of these alien fanatics that destroyed the foundation on which this monarchy lain in The monarchy that is the cradle of creation The fantasy from which sprung human nations the centre of god’s brain child, the living Africa my continent my being all it took, one sweep of political and religious bigotry forever crumbled from its stakes the African ancestry we once put our heads high but now shy heads hang in shame Like pawns for a useless king our roots were cruelly slain Now gone are the times gone are the moments words can’t describe Gone is the innocence the virginity that once made this continent un-vile gone is that time of lush greenery Times so original unpictured on no imagination imagery That time way back to origins of the species scenes still so far off that no man could reach that even the wisest can only dream Futures of peace,the astrologers and mediums cannot foresee times rich the ambitious only visualize skies the sentimental can only fantasize Times of freedom that only exist in the lines of holy books that are in minds of man turned to living spooks These are times the wise chose to ignore Traditions so hallowed nations chose to abandon Prizes priceless the braves chose to surrender Kingdoms unconquered the rulers chose to squander Mystics’ sacred religions ceased to teach Gospels apostles tired to preach These are mysteries we had the power to solve These are times that will live forever untold We Africans instead infested with self imposed amnesia Divorced our roots for a life exposed to slaves euphoria Now with cultural survival so nil and not probable There goes our cultural shrine used up and durable We now kids without roots and blown down with no struggle Living amidst a poisoned grapevine of education, our minds cultivated with no trouble the few champions of the cradle of creation the omega of everything vent only impotent rage limp against the virginal membrane of these alien history we were cursed to grow as inferiors in our own mother land Harvested and stormed by racism in our blood land Oh what a curse to befall such an enchanted castle What a shame to fall to such stunted levels And what a shame we cant rise from these dirt puddle What a horror to be slaves our own world a puzzle We say only one prayer lord reverse the curse Lord remake don’t replace, lord reverse your wrath Once God’s favourite oh how great we fell out of favour What a sin we must have committed, to deny us our indigenous flavour What a great sin it must have been, to make us so forsaken to be like sheep without a shepherd prey to all predators Like ships without a campus we got lost in our compound Feelings without substance tryna stop what we aint started Let the wise despair for the fall of the black paradise That lost world Africa was once, but now a haven of Lucrid fires