BLACK SLAVERY

BLACK SLAVERY

A drum beat 10000 thousand years old

A way of communication

A span of wild life to choose for a meal

A house made of mud and straws

Fishing on lakes and the banks of the African continent

One continent full of African culture

More freedom less war

Wait….

New arrivals on the continent

Killing, enslaving and taking our people away

What can we do?

We fight but we fail

So we watch our parent’s, brothers and sisters disappear

We search, we cry but they can’t be found

The new arrivals take over

They start controlling us, they call us NEGROES

We can’t understand

They make us build houses for them

We over work, but get paid little

African woman moan

Hate, anger, fear and lifeless

Our children follow the footsteps of our parents

Our fathers work in mines

Leaving their children and wives a thousand miles

Our people struggle

They get beaten and get called NEGROES

Our freedom, our land, our animals

All gone

So called NEGROES join forces with each other

We fight but lose

They give us new promises

But they are unworthy

We F**KING get played

In a world of misery

I call it the BLACK SLAVERY

NEGROES still don’t get it

It’s now the 1960’s

NEGROES become BLACK

BLACK are now open minded, intelligent than a NEGROE

We fight for what our people wanted

We fight for freedom

We fight for our rights

We take over, this is our land

The land of beauty, peace and our African culture

We have suffered to get here

This land is ours but we share

I was, I am and I will always be an African

Born black, always black

Am KADOKO MUSHINGE CHANDA a.k.a KMC (black saint).

Copyright © 2003 KMC a.ka BLACK SAINT