by KhalilSomadi
In Yoruba, "Emi oluko" means Teacher.
Emi oluko teaches: When Our opposition is a creature
who grows stronger from Our flesh and blood
and celebrates his blows to Our body, dancing to the music of each sickening thud,
We put Our fists up and We fight,
throwing punches left and right.
But, wildly so?
Will We be like them whose passion stole
away their brain,
so that their useless movements seem insane???
We must see Our steps before We even make them...
sense the enemy stalking at Our heels and shake them...
making time to strategize
and realize
a FightingPlan.
For We aren't fighting with a solitary man;
We're fighting manufactured menaces in this bloodthirsty land--
all propelled by that alabaster overlord
against whom We cannot afford
to ever drop Our hands.
But We need a FightPlan.
Not a striking out blind,
blows landing out of time
with no effect,
allowing cannibals to sink their thieving teeth repeatedly into Our necks!
We must fight smart, fight steady.
Set a fire in the ring when We are ready!
And We'll all use the timbre of Our elevated voices
to dislodge the stony floor beneath the feet of our old bosses!
All a part of the fight to set things right...
Emi oluko gave Us Light!
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