The Constant Slaves

We are the constant slaves Marching as one Saluting as one Obedient as one In this long journey That nothing can stop The terrible struggle To save ourselves Before we are lost forever In the crucible We are the constant slaves Hidden from view In the fog of slavery Why would the gods Bestow upon us constitutions That they then want us to resist? Is it some pleasurable plot they hatched To alleviate the idleness Of being African? We are still in love with This same Africa But Africa is gone It is a love that eats At our minds And poisons our souls To whom among the scavengers Are slaves' tears more desirable? Which of the slave-masters Merits more praise than the other? We see them as they are We have lost control of our Memory Consciousness Personality We gave them more Than they had wanted Even animals don't live In their own feaces No one cares No one to care No kinsmen around us Always the constant slaves