Chains of Slavery

The agony of chains
Around my wrist in which
I am bound to Africa land
Of my mother
I can't run away like my comrades.

In Africa, I am bound by chains
Of yesterdays
By chains of slavery
Slavery of my brothers.

Listen, do u hear now Africans?
The voice of Africa, your mother
Calling from lost journeys.
Journeys of self imposed exiles
Exile from brothers.

It is I, your brother, calling from Africa
Yor mother needs you to protect her
Africa needs you to build it's threshold
My brothers
You cannot run away for ever.

poem by Efe Benjamin
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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