TENTACLES OF SLAVERY
Through mist and haze
In the land of gold green vegetation
They came and worked in transient
In their indecorous business
Deceived all in hope
Came in piety
And rebuked us all of our iniquity
Breaded in us their dogma
Gradually painting our culture and tenets black
Slowing us their spirit of ornery
And forever remained obstinate to our pleas
Before then we sung their glorious praise
Little did we know it was our doom
After decades of inane activities
They are still not ashamed of their idiocy
And still give wanton reasons
They are still in their spirit of avarice
And from our sweat, they are in felicity
The tentacles still hold us back
The black race is still still
Moving forward seem Herculean
Leaders who claim to know best treat us with disdain
Our leaders are nothing but servile
I wait for the day we break this tentacle
When all black say, YES WE CAN
