Used, Abused and disabused.
That's the story of the African. We were and still being used. Our labour used, our bodies abused and our minds disabused. We have been strained and drained of our strength and capacity to train our minds from this abuse.
We were broken, Our spirits taken and our abilities lacking. Our brains are chained, very constrained and incapable to retain all that were taught us by the spirits of our departed forbearers.
We are a people of no dream. Our future is dim. We are deemed to be a people of no light and always in the dark night. A night full of hallow and sorrow. Our foresight curtailed, restrained to what he said. He being God who we dog around as our Lord.
They have no right to teach us how to dance to our drums. The drums, the dance put us into a trance that empower us to dream what will make us live.
We will redeem our Lost Pride and Ride the Firing Lion to victory.
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That's the story of the African. We were and still being used. Our labour used, our bodies abused and our minds disabused. We have been strained and drained of our strength and capacity to train our minds from this abuse.
We were broken, Our spirits taken and our abilities lacking. Our brains are chained, very constrained and incapable to retain all that were taught us by the spirits of our departed forbearers.
We are a people of no dream. Our future is dim. We are deemed to be a people of no light and always in the dark night. A night full of hallow and sorrow. Our foresight curtailed, restrained to what he said. He being God who we dog around as our Lord.
They have no right to teach us how to dance to our drums. The drums, the dance put us into a trance that empower us to dream what will make us live.
We will redeem our Lost Pride and Ride the Firing Lion to victory.
#Wordplay #Poem #Review