Home

image

The figurative chains of my mind,
Have nothing on the literal chains of my ancestors.
Blinded by the ignorance of material things,
Europeans came to strip our lands clean.
No longer men now just property,
The goal to dismantle our rich roots clean.
Seperating self worth into complacency, 
Raping our humanity intent on creating an evil stability.
Taking your children, threatining your wife,
A history where death was craved more than life.

Hundreds of years later here we stand,
Still trying to overcome those atrocities of man.
Africa the breadbasket of our world, mother of us all.
Yet those maraudistic pigs still sprinkle the land

Advertisements

6 thoughts on “Chains – Wayne Dunn-Martin

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s