TRAMMELLED ON THE JESUS OF LÜBECK - Ibrahim Adeniji
Hope was tweaked on the shores of West Africa
Home of the gods and the sires of earth
Hearth of men with shades of night
Honed to plough lands and chase the wild
Live free and fruit the child
A place where nothing surpassed our ascendants
But a different sun berthed on us
And it brought the darkest cover our land has ever seen
Snatched like the field of poachers
One by one men were plucked like fruit from a vineyard
Selectively graded by agility and vendure
Loaded on an English carrack to live out in servility
A vessel as dreadful as a war tank
Branded and shackled to be kept in the belly of this beast
Guarded to ensure escape is a fruitless feat
And then we listened as the great tide washed us away
Many trembled as the ship pierced through the storms
The great foggy passage to merchants and lost swarms
Suns and moons passed in this horrific trunk
First our beliefs, then all our dreams sunk
The white coloured people fed us crumbles and a mountain of despair
Made us suffer like to nothing to compare
Soon we all gave in to their yet unknown desires
And become ingredients to the glory of their empires
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