The Wretched Wreck Of Africans Poem by John Sensele

European perfidy purloined our land
To satisfy their gluttony gland
Pillaging our resources
Marginalizing our story sources and horses

Populating our serene soil
Subjugating us to terrible toil
Far beyond compassionate comprehension
Characterized by traumatic tension

We hate to feel
That hurts our dignity from head to heel
Shrinking our lives to the periphery
Where we slumped onto a feverish ferry

Wondering why on Earth slavery
Should trivialize our fate despite the bravery
We summoned to ask God
Why misery untold

Should slide into poverty pages
European historians in stealth stages
Malign our agile ancestors
Treated like egregious infestors

They depict like vile vermin
Who lived by serious sin
They magnify beyond fact
To amplify their atrocious act

In usurping our privileges
In the context of sacrileges
They committed
In facts they serrated and omitted

To delete and deplete our destiny
Amid the hideous ignominy
We suffer from the time of cowardly conquest
When our pain in its credibility quest

Seeks in the new millennium
Answers to the malodorous odium
That haunts our salvation sea
So long as justice we can't see

In the slanted tales
They tell within soliloquy spells
They spin
To make a droll din

Our ears abhor
In the perfidy pall
Where our sanitized story seeks
Justice to snatch salvation from beaks

That move Shaka's remains
In the grave that suffocates truth grains
They can't kill
And their perfidy can't heal

Sores that fester
In histories of esters
They selectively glorify
While reparations rarefy

In glistening ghettos
Where our terrified toes
Move and move
Wondering on which second justice will garnish in our groove.