Every
new day, the slavery nightmare made new
Younger
by newer sufferings
Older
by days in confinement
Strengthened
by the chase for breath
Freedom
chase, a refinement faced with death
Humans
turned commodities
Traded
as gold and silver
Recycled
and treasured for masters
But
valued as wastes thrashed in shreds
Weather
felt hot in the cold
The Cold
melted by inhuman exposure
The greener
pastures chase
Brain
drain, the pain at home made gain abroad
Paint’d by hopes of opportunities
Faded
by slavery reality
Like
a dashed future
Potentials
leaked into the bleakness of obscurity
Abroad,
the greener pastures we seek
But
a reek from the blood of the chain of slavery
Rapture,
the capture made to feel
A
crave for death, a wreath to fulfilment
But
bewilderment to loved ones left at home
The
World We Live In
Day
and night, raced by many
Grace,
the trace to being at pace
Lace’ with faith to face the world
A
wake up call not late but
Awaken
in the found ambitions in lost times
Abroad
not always green but redder by the den of slavery
Dedicated
to all victims of slavery, especially foreigners caught up by the den of
slavery
Written
and composed by Taiwo, Kehinde Oluwaseyi
