THE BONDAGE We liked ourselves in European mirrors Gun powder that brought us eternal terrors For those, we sold cheaply our only heroes And tonnes of gold we were always donors In our lands, invaders were born mean horrors Clad in skins and gowns of religious anchors In our lands, we were milked dry of vast acres Of our lads and lost them to ethic philanderers They shook and entered our lads by haymakers Our young women lost their seals to abductors Gave birth but their yields snatched by adopters And raised to taste pains of black race tortures Our butchers and woodmen had been earning free In our own lands, they had worked for what was a glee Upon arrival laboured from can see to can't see And earned a lot and a lot of whips with no mercy Divide and rule was lethal arm we were in doom They fought and begged to rule us all in room Some were exiled and others buried in soil womb We gave tithe to rich whites in large volume In return we had whips and fathers in soil womb We cried aloud and tried to run from our doom By: Yussif Hassan Cissey 11th May, 2018 #NojotoQuote The Bondage