THE UNCHAINED SLAVES
Mystic drums beating tumultuously from West Africa
youths with visions of touching the skies
were left wandering but dreams shackled by the misanthropists.
Civil war had ended; slave trades are over, yet;
many souls were chained in invisible chains
Plenteous lives were left deep in the bowels of these
Inhumane caskets of human bondage.
Citizens whose father land were their priority,
Parents whose absolute beliefs were rooted in better days of the land from
the time past
Youths whom were said will set the anguished birds free
Children, who hold the keys to better future, were treated like bunch of
useless scrap bags.
Those poor citizens whose expectations were doxile days
Those inhabitants that hope for clearer future were turned into food for
hungry river sharks and dreams left floating on the river that swallows
them.
Though they were unchained
Alas, they are free to walk around but naked and lifeless through the
hazardous jungle and fill their rumbling belly with whatever nature gives.
The body and might of the many souls that labour for the greatness of the
jungle are sadly consumed by the vipers
There people and they were fed scraps, paying hugely to purchase their
numerous labours.
The more they grumble, the higher the suffering increases.
Those who were once proud people and citizens are nothing, but slaves in
their own jungle and displayed naked around the globe like posters
Those heads that need to be crowned were prisoners so afflicted without
trace of royalty.
Our hopes were turned into mud by the emissaries chosen by us
they became the source of our unending pains
Juggernauts whom we envisage to be our super heroes were the ones who
lead us to our gradual demise.
Sadly, the ancient time of hoping were glorious than our present days
The present gives no hope for the future;
Our tomorrow is gone like a morning fog
We hoping to endure today and enjoy tomorrow
Alas, each passing days, each endurance, each suffering move us to our
early grave
The once greener jungle turns desert by familiar faces
The once peaceful inhabitation turns battle floor that swallows her
inhabitants
The once healthy jungle turns cancerous ailment for the many beings
hoping on her and sending lives into a place of no return.
The unchained slaves are the souls living hopelessly in the jungle
The unchained slaves are the youths whose dreams had been euthanasially
quenched
The unchained slaves are the wards who ought to be the leaders of the
jungle in the tomorrow days but left in today with no tomorrow to hope on.
Scattering on the street like cattle without herders
The unchained slaves are the citizen suffering, struggling, oppressed,
malfed in their father land.
Dear youth, our destinies had been changed by this jungle’s traditional
rulers
Our dreams had been swept away by their numerous greediness
We lack vision cause they gave us no hope; yet left us roaming the jungle
like vampires feeding on one another for survival
Are we going to remain a vampire?
Should we continue to feed on one another?
Should we be covered with the veil of no hope and die hopelessly?
The time has come for us to take actions
Now is the right moment to unshackle our shackles and be free from
bondage
We are slaves chained, souls wandering without dreams
But the time has come to rise above the heavens and fulfil our ad infinitum
dreams and desires
The moment which the unchained slave needs to gain his freedom is now
or never.