Enslaved
Unlike his ancestors,
Is free, not slave…
But he is enslaved,
Jamaican, for shelter.
Here, he works two shifts
Late at night, then morning.
His blood African
Does not know Africa.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
In its succinctness, the poem brilliantly captures the essence of being a slave to work. And not having the pleasure and satisfaction of knowing one's own country and culture. I really like this poem, Nassy!