I still see chains in your hands,
Shackles on your feet,dust on your hair.
The locks are broken yet you remain seated
Legs crossed,head tilted in those rags
Your cell is dark,so is your skin
So I ask,who are we? Who are they?.



My master is the best,his ways are perfect
Take a look at his fine linen
Catch a glimpse of his skin
He's more than a mentor,he's an idol
He's impeccable,I wish to be like him
So I ask,who are we?who are they?



In cue just like marching bands
You've lost yourselves,dark or fair
U were oppressed,deceived but not defeated
Torn clothes,blurry visions and dirty bags
Your hands still holding up ur chin
So I ask,who are we?who are they?



You even took up his language,where is your local dialect?,
Slaves!all of you,men and women.
He has led you to the temple of sin
You can't walk,you can't talk and you even can't stand tall.
He made you to see the enemy in your team.
So I ask,who are you?who are they





You're a slave,basking in d rays of neo-colonialiasm..

God, pls save my country from this slavery

Tastemoney:
God, pls save my country from this slavery

I hope.

Doctorfitz:


I hope.

Nice piece sir... very well written.

JoyChinwe22:
Nice piece sir... very well written.

Thank u ma.I enjoy some of ur articles too.

A good piece. Well done!

Bamibor:
A good piece. Well done!

Thanks bro