Slavery
In the darks of yonder
Thine eyes like bats
Blinded by vanity
Vanity of thine fathers
Savages we become
Deep within thy dungeons
Brothers we become
Dreams of freedom we see
Freedom not of chains down
Freedom for respect of lifes
Freedom is all we sing
Freedom is all we seek
In a land strange to ye
Animals ye become
The whip is thy language
Torture thy comrade
Death becomes order of the day
Sleep is thine mothers.
Copyright © Nana Yaw Ankomah | Year Posted 2011
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