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Sunday, May 9, 2021

SINS OF THE MASTERS

Decades had passed;

the past still remains

We could still see the brutal masters

The suffering they caused us; the pain that never subsides

More than five decades since freedom crept in dribs and drabs

When our bodies were freed; but not our minds

The taste was sweet; the attainment was marvelous

We crawled from there;

limped to the shores

Our faces disheveled like lame beggars

Drunk and dizzy with pain;

deaf to even hoots

Indelible sores on innocent and fragile bodies

Marks of dubious

identification on foreheads

Meted out to us by

their cranky masters

Then, our bodies were bywords for pains

Day and night; in scorching sun and gummy mud

Our daddies and mummies marched in chains

Shackled from feet to heads like draught animals

They staggered

miles in thorny grasses

Heading to destination unknown; heading to the oceans

Weak ones were used to hunt down their own ‘colors’

They were pushed and hit; thrown into the dark Viking ships

And packed like

sacs of rotten potatoes

Left to rot and

arranged like sardines

Those who resisted

to become slaves

Were taught brutal lessons

Which years after are

still fresh in minds

And keep haunting us like nightmares

Who said we didn’t need something to eat?

Or water; even animals need food

Millions were shipped; millions were killed

Millions of our mothers were raped; millions jettisoned

Into the shark-infested seas

Tears coursed down their cheeks

Forced to work

on the plantations

Producing food and raw materials

Forced to smirk in pain; pretended glad

Lest, they would kill you without batting an eyelid

These cumulative atrocities went unpunished

And they persisted without atonement

Now we co-exist cheek by jowl with the masters

Telling us to let bygones be bygones

To forget the pain and the marks on our backs

To overlook our centenarian eunuchs

Who could not procreate this generation

To turn a blind eye to the irreparable damages incurred

When to them, even a slap should be redressed

How about the damages they caused Africa?

The decades of shipping our able-bodied souls

Decades of rapine, looting and killings

They have broken our willpower; the youths

Leaving a pool of blood in their wakes

Not only that; millions of widows and orphans

We still cannot recover cuz of the destruction

That’s why we call for compensation

Otherwise all ties sever; even miscegenation

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