Xenophobia Is Banished
Written by Bethel Kalu
The sons of history murdered on the alter of?
Our, no, their sons say they cannot hear. Their daughters? Indifferent
A spinning world spinning on Innocent? minds.
Fetters. Free but caged. Is this myopia? Of the eyes or mind? What is your colour? No, not your skin – the heart.
Not free until free; mental fetters clanging
Peace smoldering to the unknown world
Terror is terror, circumvent not
Xeno, solve less create more
Now, you xenophobia…listen! How many carats of gold did you sell this sense? I mean, you sixth sense. You have a heart of what? Stone? I pray not.
Is this cowardice all you can show? O yes, you are shameless!
Xenophobia, Your amnesia shines!
You said your land is taken, you bang on my door
“Why truncate this rest?”
“My house boils…my sons sleep on the terrace. SOS, SOS!”
“See? Bank broken, ties cut, you are free!”
Today, you deny me a cup of water, you even hit my sons, even sons.
Wait! A dove drops a note: “mental slavery”
You are free, you not free. Who can decode? You cannot guarantee my freedom. You are not free
Are we not sons of a father? Why bring pain to our mother? You are banished, xenophobia.
Have you not heard? Head you not have? We are sons, sons, sons, of a father. Take away that sword
The museum calls – there you know we are one – yes we are. Amnesia is wicked. You are banished, xenophobia
Banish xenophobia – a traitor! a traitor! a traitor! amongst brothers? We banish you xeno – yes we do
Stop, think, act – banish xenophobia
It’s a climax
Cast off the impostor
Enthrone the heir – LOVE
To him it belongs
Xeno what? Not one of our sons.
To the dungeon, to the dungeon
Banish xenophobia