Song Multi Genre Project

Song Multi Genre Project A Wasted Generation by Cade adapted from Okonkwo’s point of view Chinua clip taken from… http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iCic_RoPhoM&feature=related A Wasted Generation Adapted and added onto by Jonathan Kopnick A Wasted Generation by Cade A new millennium is at the corner The white man invades my borders Our tradition we have guarded, He says “He is still at where he started” He removed the mask off our spirits enraged His condition remains unchanged He is still hapless as before. Chorus This is my appeal With empty hands we must smash the white man, With rattled spirit we must keep our land, With ruffled soul we must fight for our yams, Eyes drowned in tears we must fight for our gods, Throat clogged in disappointment we must join as one, We are the Ibo people, He realizes that he has only a steeple, A Wasted Generation will arise if we don’t make a stand What a decade it has been The final in the century for our tribe The worst in the struggle for survival for our kind And has for many this is the turning point, Riddled with poverty and suffering lest we join Anxiety and despair we have felt

This was one decade all could well do without. Yet it is Our time so lets shout Many the aspirations of a young man Winning the wrestling not even as a man, Remain pending are my titles Many dreams unfulfilled when I was exiled. The period witnessed showed me the truth, The sacrifice of the hopes and aspirations of youth To the alter of greed and avarice We will fight with an iron fist By successive regimes of Clan-clothed, evil-driven marauders Brothers lets fight for our daughters, Even our sons wresting forcefully the reigns of power Nwoye is lost a slave to the Christian alter, They all will lose their religion, conferring on themselves the title of christian We are the rulers of the land There in Youth rather than be served have been silenced. Chorus This is my appeal With empty hands we must smash the white man, With rattled spirit we must keep our land, With ruffled soul we must fight for our yams, Eyes drowned in tears we must fight for our gods, Throat clogged in disappointment we must join as one, Only they could dream abroad Those left within became A Wasted Generation What a remarkable journey it has been for the greatest warrior you have ever seen To have fought for The Igbo in war A journey filled with tears and sorrow No one still knows tomorrow.

What a time to be born, What a place to be born in. He prays May the ones yet unborn never witness May the Snake feel my sickness, May my ancestor’s spirits awake from their eternal bliss To confront what my generation witness. Let this generation be The sacrificial lamb for a better tomorrow All the christian’s bring is pain and sorrow, In the country and For a brighter future of the children Even though my own blood has become a Christian, Yet unborn By this will he no longer feel part of a Wasted Generation We will fight, I will fight in separation, Chorus This is my appeal With empty hands we must smash the white man, With rattled spirit we must keep our land…

Original poem

A Wasted Generation by Cade A new millennium is at the corner He is still at where he started His condition remains unchanged He is still hapless as before. Unbelievable as it is, he walks into the 21 st Century With empty hands, With rattled spirit, With ruffled soul Eyes drowned in tears,

Throat clogged in disappointment He realizes that he is A Wasted Generation What a decade it has been The final in the 20th century The worst in the struggle for survival And has for many. Riddled with poverty and suffering Anxiety and despair This was one decade all could well do Without. Many the aspirations of a young man Remain pending, Many dreams unfulfilled. The period witnessed The sacrifice of the hopes and aspirations of youth To the alter of greed and avarice By successive regimes of Clan-clothed, evil-driven marauders Wresting forcefully the reigns of power And conferring on themselves the title of Rulers of the land Thereon Youth rather than be served, Was silenced. Only they could dream that are abroad Those left within became A Wasted Generation What remarkable journey it has been A journey filled with tears and sorrow No one still knows tomorrow. What a time to be born, What a place to be born in. He prays

May the ones yet unborn never witness What his generation witnesses. Let his generation be The sacrificial lamb for a better tomorrow In the country and For a brighter future of the children Yet unborn By this will he no longer feel part of a Wasted Generation The Poem was adapted in accordance with the story by Achebe. It tells the story of both contemporary and historic Nigeria through the tale Things Fall Apart. The beat in the background uses contemporary Nigerian Hip Hop Synthesizers and rhyme structure with a base of a traditional poem and beat structure.

Rap the Song to the Beat.