Shackles Poem by ENOCH JOHN

Oh solemn discourse that beckons men of stature,
both the brave and the bold, to face reality,
and grapple with fleeting mirages and fledgeling shadows,
of departing scenes on life's freeway.

Of men and mischief and runaway notions,
building sand castles in the sky;
childish dreams of supreme conquest and masterdom.

To realise selfish ambitions
by making pressing demands on the poor
and Pharoanic oppression for senseless gain.

supreme opportunism with no morality.,
just to be wealthy and control earth's patrimony,
and enslave men as brute beasts,

under shackles forever,
for the selfish gain of a few!