Black Mercy
We all know the day,
Which we came to fay;
We all remember the day,
Which the black and white were faraway;
We all mark the day,
Which our power became black not grey.
So horrible,
That we were so gullible;
Why is our case always like moth,
That fly into a flame?
Why are we always victims
of 'Black Mercy'?
The Journey of years
Get worse in sneers;
In the beginning,
We rose a compatriots
But a little trick from them—
We became children
That chase after butterfly,
Not considering a pit ahead.
When will we be out of our predicament?
When is our self-slavery ending?
We pledge all days, all nights,
But the nation has failed us,
All days, all nights
We always cry to remember
The freedom as a slavery
Which is a 'Black Mercy'
Copyright © Akinloye Gbajero Sunday | Year Posted 2023
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