Western Civilization
[1] They picked their cutlasses and hoes, And threaded their path to the fields, To impregnate the soils with the seeds, And waited for it to bore its friuts. The wait was so long, And the practise was stressfull and incessant Their spinal cords melted, reforged, and solidified Thus, their postures destabilized And in the end, the gain was a stipend. "O you black nigga!" you said, "why do you still thread the path that is obsolete Here is farm marchinery for your salvation" And they grinned, Embracing you with exurberating heart. [II] With exhiliration they've cuddled around you And their care for you is intensive, But in return, You cause their forgetfulness That their daughters look beautiful in ADILE Their wives gorgeous in ASO - OFI Their sons, elegant in ASO - OKE Their skins' radiance glow with ADI - AGBON And that they ever have an heritage to preserve. You place before them, another world, One they seem is much more ...