Slave Trade
I can remember Years Ago
when i was a teenager, i
wish i listen to her, She
must have river no her eyes
now.Will i ever set my eyes
on her again? now am In chain
inside the ship to unknown
destination.Right inside the
ship i meet my fellow blacks,
we are stripped naked with
nowhere to run to and we
dare not.on our body we
have the map of the world
made from the stroke of
cane.Some of my brother
that could not make it were
throw into the ocean for the
fishes to feed on.Our prayer
was let God sent a moses to
deliver us.Here we are in the
strange land as we are been
brought as commodite, we
work day and night without
resting, who are we to compalin
some die in the field with tears
in our eye we bury our brethen.
Africa i miss your sunshine your
crops.We are free but can't go
back, not knowing the part of
Africa am from.But no matter
were i am, no matter what they
call me because of my skin
colour am proud to be a black
and i will stay black, Cos black
is beatifull.
poem by Enyinwa Okechukwu Enyinwa
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