Terra Nullius

Hushed tones and tiptoes

Its 9pm don’t make a sound

Be invisible – don’t be seen

Act like you don’t exist

After all, you’re here to learn the game

Tired of lurking in the backdrop

I want to stand on table tops

Trapped by bars they use to tame

When they don’t even know my name

Still a savage in a cage

But I’m trying to turn the page.

Midnight Thursday Night

‘Get out of my country you fucking Nigger’

Nigger? is that me? I guess it must be 

Coz like a weight I’m surrounded by a sea of white skin

Some would rather divide 

When I’m just trying to survive.

The Terra Nullius law

No man’s land

They forgot to mention Mansa Musa- King of Mali

First Library and University

We knew the rhythm of the sun,

When they still thought the earth was flat.

When they were plagued with rats and famine, 

We were trading gold and fabrics.

Lets not forget our Queens, Candace, Nefertiti,

Yaa Asantewaa set the stage for Nkurumah, 

Our brothers, Tom Mboya, killed like Dedan Kimathi,

Terrorist, 

Muamar Gaddafi,

Terrorist, 

PanAfrican state of mind

Terrorism. 

Gold Dinnar could have set us free

But they’d rather have us blind

To the power we could have-if We all just realigned

They created all these tribes. And forced us to subscribe

Tax collection, make it easy, 

Set up borders using rulers,

Wilhelm’s birthday…give him Kilimanjaro

Straight lines split families

Ancestor’s skulls in European museums. 

Poke and prod us even when we’re dead

And that’s not even where it ends.

Terra Nullius

Terrorists turned a continent to scrambled eggs

Yet they still think they saved us.