POETRY OF NO GENRE - PART 2 (Roses From Ellah)

3. Slaves In Gold Chains

I heard you say sweet
Do you only speak of sugar
Or pained pleasure on the rocks
With a shot of amarula

I heard you say hurt
Do you only speak of fire
Or new signs from old prophecies
Of Afro Kalakuta

When you say slaves
You may think of men in chains
But I think of many ways
The Nigerian is getting Slain

Everyday trash he takes in
Poison he can't let go of
Deep dirt he parades in
Cos hell yeah, it's gold dust

Suffering and Smiling
Still striving, Surviving

We've been Slaves in the past
Trophy-slaves in the present
And the first of October
Is the only day we're independent

Slaves in Gold Chains!

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