Poetic-Verses
“WHEN THE AFRICAN GENIUS SHALL COME”
Do not seek your bees on one
Do not slight but anyone
Solving a mystery on the board
With one written behind his chair
This Chinese sat before his peers
He was not loved by any of them:
“When the African Genius shall come,
He shall solve all mysteries yours”.
A professor did look and said:
“He is mocking us, I'm sure;
Our problems have lasted so long
And now, what says he in his tongue
Than to mock our own nation:
‘When the African Genius shall come...' ”?
He pleaded on and on and spoke
With a stranger's foreign tone,
Simplicity none understood
Could not convince but one of them
For his lack of debating force:
“When the African Genius shall come”.
It pained the professors to know:
“When too were Chinese prophets born?
To sit and gibberish nonsense here?
Or seek out friendship no one wants?
Sitting here to tell us what?
“When the African Genius shall come”?
His broadened eyes could firmly plan
No wiser way than just this one
To tell strangers a future one
Whether by prophecy or some
Transcendental by which he wept:
“The African Genius shall come.”
“Of hunger's saddest mysteries
Of witchcraft and twin poverty
The wound, the harshness of disease
The crush of life, the sounds of death:
When the African Genius shall come
He shall solve these problems yours”.
“He shall but top up the elements
Mendeleyev's block too shall he fill
He shall give life unto the dead
He shall wipe all the tears of men
He shall cause life to be its best;
When the African Genius shall come”.
When they mocked him and refused
He left then with some friendly smile
The way the westerner reacts
Without tears but you understand
And smiled those foreign smiles but once
And then he simply walked away.
The common thoughts and hates of men
May leave them deluded for'er.
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“WHEN THE AFRICAN GENIUS SHALL COME”
“WHEN THE AFRICAN GENIUS SHALL COME”
