melting tears down our frozen eyez
In our GOD given sand,
Till we became co-habitors with fear
In our own strand;
In our own house we were bound.
The world was just done, then
With the second all nations’ struggle,
The colonialists joined Europe day jubilation
Of the end of the trouble,
Which was sparkled by the Nazi,
They called it 'the day V.E',
But then, I tell you, we were stranded, trembling
des in misery,
in our own soil
Till we could bear it nae mair.
We had to up-rise and crash their joy,
With our blood curdling jogs,
Thousands of them dropt here and there,
Yes! We had them panting like endangered Deers.
But kia! They bit their fingers
And banished us from earth in thousands,
Their counter so merciless.
Fire and blood shot in the eyes of our Nationalists,
Paris chess board in our Nation we are to overturn quickly.
Hajj and Abbas’ whispers were too dovely
we rather acted harsh and quickly!
Following our war Lords,
We proceeded sharply to our war boards,
Those overloads were damn over due for off-board,
Old plans now old,
Here is the new foliage,
FLN our first cartridge.
Our FLN, on our command
Spread thunder and terror all over the land.
The Parisians re-responded, incarcerated
Some of Our men, their easy catch suspects.
Their strategy; ‘breach their networks’
But played like knights,
our response so tight.
We comparted our lands into wilayats,
Each accounted for by a determined colonel.
We surrounded about 123 French souls,
Left them as heaps of charcoals.
Yet, this thrice, they replied our call;
Close to a dozen thousand Algerians,
Were to the world beyond recalled,
Pandemonium everywhere,
Leaving indigene, foreigner, polarity.
Then Abbas, Soutelle damned dialogue;
Make them shed hot salty tears.
We woke on a morning 1956,
And, woof! Their militia had concentrated our midst,
As thick as morning mist.
Then we cried left, right to our brothers,
For our struggles were deep for a green tendril.
We quickly raised our new standby warriors
To match on, shelter Algiers; the ALN.
The ALN + civilians sowed xplosive seeds
In the foreign buildings,
Much property and persons went downing.
This 4th count of the finger
They put locks on the wrists of our fighters,
Many gave up ghosts in detention
Under bloody touches of interrogation.
Leaving our FLN war weary;
More than a decade of warring.
But, ironically, we had a struck a win in the heart of the world,
Though many of our front men
Fled to Tunis, fleeing arrest,
Those were truly sessions of sobriety and sorrowful stress.
But then at Cairo we recon verged,
Then rushed back, made our battle front, at Morice line
400,000 French fighters flooded us,
But then their National wealth was suffering cough;
The cost of war burdening them immensely,
Plus having to do with less popularity,
Home and abroad they were dismayed:
Their colonial boys were slapping them hard.
They were then weak of exchanging hostilities with us;
June 1958.
Paris had to say to our struggles “oh yes’
“Je vous ai compris”
Gen De Gaulle exclaimed;
I HAVE UNDERSTOOD YOU
But thinking what was over wasn’t
They tried to roar again,
But we had their back on the floor Executioner style
Till 1 July 1962 our flag had to kiss the sky first time
The days of Paris cowing of Algiers buried,
and then could we allow or join their day V. E merry.
Eze Afrika
