Sandra Colly-Durand
The Empire has fallen but its myths we continue to own Values of an era bygone continue to dethrone
The Empire has receded but her values still reign They echo and resonate in the brain
The invisible wounds of self hate still dominate Man Friday’s Language we negate
Our tongues are still in the death hold grips of Crusoe and Kipling
Our visions of our cultures, limiting, crippling
We continue to adulate this bloody heritage, in the name of globalization In the name of integration, in the name of the father and the son
Stop. Don’t look in the mirror with veiled eyes; don’t bridle your songs,
Start. Chant your long forgotten verses and chime those bygone gongs
The Empire has fallen, wither its clones? Engaged propping up the throne in our zones
Busy denying the pulsating percussions, the raucous rattles Occupied with fighting culture and language battles