Chains and pains were the only gift our white folks brought from far away land where they came from

Blessed with cassava but they made dust our favourite meal

Hopeless like a bird in  the mouth of a tiger as we sing songs to our white masters from the same mouth they padlocked
"Long live our white masters"
Whilst our heart beats hatred

Day after day
We wonder why our master's cane had to fall in love with our backs.

"How cold can you be?
Why do you hate our black skin when you know you have a black heart"

"You force us to work beside a river and watch us die of thirst"

Were the last words of elder ebere
Before his life was taken

Tears in the eyes of infants
As they watch their priceless black brothers and sisters being sold for just 14 English pounds

Merchant ship about to sail far away from Africa
Our fatherland of peace and unity to a land of no return.