Mental Slavery
The world treats you
as you present yourself.
And you, Africa,
have walked too long in chains—
chains not of iron,
but of the mind.
Everywhere you go,
you are mistreated,
because you have allowed leaders
to kneel on your behalf.
You open your doors wide
to Europe,
while they bolt theirs against you.
Tell me—
why should a beggar
be respected by his thief?
It is you they need,
not the other way around.
Without your land,
without your oil,
without your gold,
Europe would choke in poverty.
France is already falling,
her empire of lies crumbling,
because Africa is learning
to close the tap.
And still they whisper—
“You are inferior.
You are less.”
But the lie is cracking.
Biology does not bow.
History does not lie.
The first kings were African.
The first queens were African.
And the first empires
were carved from your soil.
Rise, Africa!
Close the doors to those
who mock and plunder you.
Make it as hard for them
to step on your land
as it is for you to touch theirs.
Create your own markets,
feed your own children,
trade with your own brothers and sisters.
Do not forget Solomon’s warning:
“Do not visit your neighbor too often,
lest you wear out your welcome.”
Let the thief starve,
let the beggar beg.
You are not weak.
You are not voiceless.
You are the storm
that will break the chains
of mental slavery.
And when you stand tall—
the world will bow.
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