Not In My Name Anymore Xenophobia
Sebola Masilo L
English Poem
Sebola Masilo L
English Poem
Mind Of African Child Is Divided,
First It Was Our Land, Minerals, Continent And Our Blood
Now Our Minds.
Lions Know How To Attack The Enemy In Alliance,
Africans Knows To Attack Each Other Satisfying The Enemy.
With A Conscious Of Being Black
Not In My Name Anymore.
First It Was Our Land, Minerals, Continent And Our Blood
Now Our Minds.
Lions Know How To Attack The Enemy In Alliance,
Africans Knows To Attack Each Other Satisfying The Enemy.
With A Conscious Of Being Black
Not In My Name Anymore.
You Take A Knife Made In Europe As African Child To Stab An African Child,
You Call An African Child A Foreigner and Europeans Your Boss,
With Heated Faces And Wilting Lacking Love For One Of Our Own
We Stand, Shout How We Hate Africans and Kill One Another.
Your Enemies Exploit your Minerals,
You Work For Them.
Your African Brothers And Sisters Hustle For themselves,
You shed their blood.
You Call An African Child A Foreigner and Europeans Your Boss,
With Heated Faces And Wilting Lacking Love For One Of Our Own
We Stand, Shout How We Hate Africans and Kill One Another.
Your Enemies Exploit your Minerals,
You Work For Them.
Your African Brothers And Sisters Hustle For themselves,
You shed their blood.
If Hating African Child Is A Culture,
Africa, Not In My Name Anymore.
Africa, Not In My Name Anymore.
If Colonial Borders Divided Our Minds To Even Kill One Another,
Africa, It Shall Be Not In My Name Anymore.
The Difference I See Is Merely A Language
We are All African, We are All Blacks And Have Been Robbed Our True Identity.
Learn To Love And Embrace Each Other Regardless Of boundaries Dividing Us.
Unity Shall It Be, In Our Name.