In the dawn of a new era’s rise,
African drums beat, spirits surmise.
The winds of change swept across the land,
As independence flags unfurled, hand in hand.
The shackles of colonial chains broke free,
A continent’s voice echoed wild and carefree.
But did the chains of mind and soul depart,
Or did they linger, a hidden, heavy heart?
The dreams of Nkrumah, Lumumba, and Senghor
Inspired a generation to strive for more.
Yet the ghosts of oppression still linger near,
Whispers of freedom, yet echoes of fear.
We danced to rhythms of newfound pride,
But did our steps falter, our hearts divide?
The winds of liberty blew strong and true,
But did we grasp the freedom we sought anew?
Today, we ask: are we truly free?
Or do the shadows of the past still haunt thee?
The winds of ‘60 still whisper in our ears,
A reminder of the struggles, the laughter, the tears.
This poem was published in the 15th Issue of PoeticAfrica magazine.
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