2019
Four hundred years,
has it really been that long
My how time flies
when you’re singing captivity songs
2019 ...
oh, just living in modern vexation
Dwelling in the midst of a beguiled people,
who toil in concrete fields:
Pure medieval factory plantation
Dark minded people,
who live for their materialistic dreams —
Own a house,
purchase a car ...
possess the keys to another human being
Light-hearted sleepers
seriously addicted
to an ivory power narcotic wean,
in the year 2019
Emancipated slaves
still held in bondage by invisible chains
Debtors remorse
is a grievous, capitalist skin game
Four hundred years ...
yes, it’s been a chigger long time
My how the centuries crawl,
when you’re the byword imprisoned one
freedom silenced —
Tho’ you didn’t commit the crime
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2019
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