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.