Crowns To Chains
Taken from Wakanda rich, forced on a ship, let
the fifth amend begin, black lives for cash, moon kissed
midnight flesh driven downward, their passage last class;
into designated despair with a sting of lash.
Oppressed then separated, exasperated tears fall from blue
black faces that cry upward, into blue black places, southern
abyss, oh how long, will this go on! Forever it seems,
pain increases imagination, fueling royal blue dreams.
The best were found bathing in shekinah glory, flowing up
south the Hapi river, snatched and given no name,
soon Kings became sharecroppers, Queens became mammies,
from crowns to chains.
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