Free The Black Man Poem by Clem Mdue

Life is blown unto him
And yet he lives his life in shackles
Born with nothing
And strives to be something.

Tough as nails, hunts with lions and comes out unscathed
We cry free the black man
Yet we lie in bondage chained only by ourselves.

Our land often said to be cursed, is it?
We hold such grudges that weaken our minds
Free the black man we cry while we haven't
Freed ourselves
Free the black man we cry yet we still bleed
On the inside.

Freedom comes to those who seek it but we still seek to be enslaved.
Free the black man we shout, while we chain our offspring to poverty as we rot in jails leaving them with none to fend for them and their future.

Son of the soil he is and yes his skin takes
The color of the soil
That's why he only rests in death
Because to the soil he belongs

Let the black man free himself and the rest of the world will follow suit.