LIFE OF SLAVERY: HARD LABOUR WAS NEVER A CHOICE

Never was Black free human,

We’re the most potential prod. Factor

Traded among the white bourgeoisie,                                                                 

We’re the pride of every white bourgeois,

Not because of our color nor our brain,

But for our excellence in surviving

Torture and creating their wealth.

 

There you stood, my brothers,

In the midst of strangers,

Like gold, your price they haggled

Like wanderers, everywhere you moved,

Not as free men, but enchained-slaves

POWERLESS: guarded by the whip of multiple thongs

MISERY: was your practical symbol.

                                                                                                                                                                                                              

Oh, you brothers!

Like machines, you labored nonstop,

You danced, trembled, hobbled, and groped

You toiled, moiled, and turned flesh into gold,

Dusk to dawn guarded by the merciful overseer

Whose whip of multiple thongs, hard to bear,

Struggling against each other escaping t’ rear.

 

You are so kind our strangers!

Our children malnourished and perished,

Naked stood teenage boys and girls impoverished

 By AMB.SALISU MUHAMMAD

salis2000muhammad@gmail.com.