DONT WORRY. by; Kofi Amankwah Asihene

 

 

You hear the clings and clangs
Of the shackles

Of the brave African warriors,

As they are being led

Into European dungeons.

You see the whips

Of the slave master,

Tearing off the black flesh

Of your black brother.
And you hear him screaming

And cursing

In his native tongue.


But don’t worry,

Be happy.
Because you are not the one in shackles;

And your flesh is not the one interacting with the whips


You hear the crazy chants

Of the Ku Klux Klan

As they hunt down

The men and women

Who have the devil’s complexion.

And you hear the screams

And shrieks

And shrills

Of the black woman

As she is being raped;

Not raped to be set free,

But raped to be murdered afterwards.

You hear the silent sobs

Of the little black boy

As he watches his sister,

His mother,

His grandmother

Being RAPED by men

Who have the angel’s complexion.

You hear Martin Luther King

Shouting at the top of his voice,

“I have a dream!”
And that phrase

Echoes

And echoes

And echoes

And echoes in your head

Till you can bare it no more.

But don’t worry,

Be happy.
Because you are not the one being raped;

And you are not the witness of any racial rape.

You hear the rattling

Of the machine guns

In the Hutu-Tutsi land
And you hear the swish swash

Of the Hutu machete

As it slashes and chops off

The heads of the Tutsi family.

You see their heads rolling

In the bright blue sky;

Acrobatics.
You see their heads spitting out blood and brains.
And you smell the stinky

Rotting

Bodies,

Piled up

As high

As Kilimanjaro;

Black dead bodies

Dead black bodies,

Left to rot.

You hear the cracks

Of the bones

Of the black man

As the apartheid dog

Sinks its white teeth

Into the black bones

Of the black barbarian.

You hear him scream

In pain

As he is being masticated alive.

But don’t worry,

Be happy.
Because you are not the one being beheaded;

You are not the one being chewed alive.

You hear the rattling

Of the machine guns

In the northern deserts.

And you hear the shouts

Of the rebel leader,

“Allahu Akbar!”

As he pushes the final bullet

Into the body of the great oak tree;

The final bullet

That will silence the great oak

Forever.

You watch

As the stubborn occupant

Of the white throne of tusks

Is elevated;

Not elevated to a higher ground,

But elevated

From his throne

Into the dungeon.

You hear gunshots

Between the Bible

And the Quran.
You see bombs

Being hurled

At the churches

From Bokko Haram.

But don’t worry,

Be happy.

Because very soon

It will be your turn.

So don’t worry,

Be happy.