AFRICAN OATH
The tales of our ancestors linger not,
The brood no longer bequeath honour.
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The nose to their resting wheels appeared cleared,
Pledging our faithfulness in risky lands,
The offspring cannot stumble on their way.
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The deities of our fathers seemed desecrated,
The choice of belief no longer be felt,
Our kids cannot pray.
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The morals of our fathers appeared to be nons,
Family producing family they neither intend nor indigence.
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>> As a result we give your word to force ourselves to one another, to hold close our lowliest, to go on ballet company with our loneliest, to educate our illiterate, to nourish our starving, to clothe our ragged, to figure out every helpful things, knowing that we are additional than keepers of our brothers and sisters.
In reverence of folks who toiled and implored deity with blonde tongues, and in appreciation to the equivalent spirit who brought us out of hopeless desolation, we make this vow.
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Thomas Oluwatosin
© Fearless Lines
2021-07-16 11:23:58
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