Slave Trade Again an ode to Neegeria and the Exiles.
Once they came from Afar .And Stole us Away but now they are back and the chains are new.
By our Strength they built their cities, Powered their Technology and now they are in our world once more. Emerging Market they call it or emerging slave market .In a world where its babies are killed as soon as they are show cased.Their brains drained faster than a nightmare
A world where the liars are the hirers and the good becomes the bad.A world where hope remained a word and babies are fed with the milk of dogs and He screamed 'Alien Nation' where art thine citizens?
The Slave Trade has taken them
The best once more,The smartest,The fastest,The strongest, Deport the rest Throw them over board .The
Seas turn to blood a sight we are seeing once more.This time we goto meet our slave Masters all by ourselves .No hooks no chains Like Sheep led to slaughter.
They create their heroes to rule them while they encourage us to hang ours.Can a black man save the earth from drowning Yes o yes but not if the masters started the storm.We bomb our own people so we can fuel theirs .O yes we are good obedient slaves .Yes master.
They have amassed great thrones of power while their followers perfect the ways of hypocrisy.Atop their heavenly carriages they travel
bequeathing a false truth where it once lived.Even in their hearts, they cry for deliverance for themselves .Perfect ? no one is perfect ! says the Preacher.
Howbeit our Saviours never last ? How come Our Afreeca never shows a shining star ? Who is Dividing and Ruling us.Is it like the way it was when they enticed our leaders with gunpowder & schnaps to sell their kith & kin to Strangers ?
My son this is no place for strangers,nor for the unwise.The dawn tarries. Wait not for its light .For it has slipped un noticed behind the curtains of self.I I I me me me mine mine mine .For i shall hear no talk of thine nor mine .For my house an auction has become.
The fools sit behind and create a forum. My heart grows sad for what is a forum without a moderator ? What is a moderator without a purpose .What is a purspose without a meaning ?
Shall we continue to speak great words of talking .Shall the talkness in our lips one day subside ? Will our collective realise our strength . In numbers the ants make a city .In numbers we start logs.
CRY CRY CRY !
weep for the Nations now ! The tears of today are for the woes of tomorrow.They come strangley within our breasts they speak of a life that has ceased .Where the help shall rise from is out in the fields .
Where the bread will fall from ? will it not be from heaven .Not from the Ovens nor the fields where the corn is ripened and the workers thresh it with their fists.
I have seen a great nation stand together to do Evil. Behind one Man they gathered and the world witnessed a terror never seen before. Why does the Nation gladly stand behind the empires as it leads the whole of its Humanity
into a deep cavern within .I ask with fear .I see nothing only my brand new shiny chains.
Save Save !
Who will save our Nation ?
My name is your name and your name is mine, will it l take an eternity to put us back together while the chains of slavery grow shiner still ?.Not again O my country Neegeria
Not again O Afreeca
we want to truly be free.
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