1804
Kingsley Bassey Ukpong@kingsleybasseyukpong131493
4 days ago
In broken lines we marched
manacled to freedom
outside the prisons of conscience,
the last batch of slaves
from the torn jungles of Africa
we marched amiss in broken monody
for the mirth of our souls harps
broken, echoes the tears of our fears
in friendly chains unbroken
strengthened by the Bible quoted
in error and mischief..,
to subjugate Black African Souls
to the miseries of slavery by the
consents of our chiefs in greed....,
yes it was 1804..
And I, yes I led the pack, our homes behind us in ruins
and the plantations in the Americas
our closest asylum from the land
of our kingly birth...,
yes we marched;
tired and broken down to the coast
across the hinterlands of Africa,
we marched devoid of the sounds of music or the cries of our new borns
save the reviling clatters of their chains
and the soothing blows from their barbed whips
upon wearied souls.
But we marched through the cess pits of their ignorance
to the deaths awaiting us beyond in lands unknown.
But it was 1804.
in circles of rusting chains,
but the dawn of liberty awaited our landing on the other shore.
And the slave songs rose in anthems of freedom,
and we have been a marching band of free men...
It was 1804, when we marched the long road to freedom.
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