SLAVERY IN PARADISE
When poverty and corruption has sewn the mouth of Africa;
Slavery welcomes us with a curse; an inferior society
Caught between the myth of our people, it found itself in our paradise….
Our traditions became a tale told by this parasite
When our sisters and mothers were raped;
When our fathers works on plantations;
When I traced the roots of Africa,
My eyes get soaked in its salty water;
The white looted us off our tradition
The joy of the unborn were sold by our fathers in the words of bitter dialects called slavery;
Their culture, like a mosquito’s proboscis, suck out our innocent blood from the vein of our black skin…
We speaks in emptiness, because of our lost cultures, where is our dignity as Africans?
When I turned to North of Africa, I see darkness, to the east, I see nepotism ruling our peoples, still hopping to the south, when I turned, I see Africans killing Africans, I shake my head in tears, when I look to the west, I see modern slavery killing our brothers and sisters..
Africa! Have we not cried enough?
I choose to bear the pain in moaning, consoling my nature with the sweet past of morning;
The scar of slavery has become a stretch mark that changes my place of birth;
Then I concur to the fate of a defeated moor.
PROMISE & SEKOU
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