On this land of opportunity
How many million times
Have we our brains battered
Trying in utmost desperation
To comprehend the reason
Our eastern brethren abound
Can we rightfully contend
That Chinese, Indians and Arabs
In different rivers in this diaspora
Cast their nets to catch their fish
And on a better-heated furnace
Grill their catch to a tongues delight
No doubt we stress our souls
Engaged in mind and might
Busting our weary selves
In nine to fives, in double shifts
Living in, living out, reaching out
To where ere the dollar might be.
Our gains away we ship
Our worth and fancy cars
To contend with the potholes
And we delight our egos
In mansions we do not dwell in
In which our corpse do not lie in
And only if our eyes will open wider
Investing in and for our offspring
That have no use for far away mansions
As well as invest in these waters
Lending a hand to each other
Then, we’ll haul fish in huge numbers.
WHY DO THEY ABOUND? EDWIN! YOU CAPTURE THE DILEMMA OF THE AFRICAN DIASPORA IN THIS POEM. GOD HELP US