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


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