Once a baboon, Still a baboon
Then, they came
With polished liberty and golden game
Hats, flags and tooth white as black
To source resource which they lack
Betrayal for a bowl of porridge
Aliens cover unravelled
With servitude and bondage
Plans and plots, we were marvelled
Thorns and chains, chains and links
Wrapped in the identity they once knew
Savages, they became as they grew
Every order came with heavy thunder
And every hmph! Was hundreds of whips on human physique
They worth not more than mere antique
Crown of dirt, prestige of dust
Dwellers of the mud, there new abode
'Life was death, and death was life'
Baboons still call them master
Nigga still serve them like gods
Boy still run unquestioned quest
How free born we now bear?
Written by: #Mo'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem