Slavery Is Freedom Poem by James T. Abel Adesitimi

We built a nest for our refuge
We birds of Africa
On high-high hills
To lay our eggs
And to have our heads under shelter
The earth is too much with us
Then we sang the song of nature
Together we shake our tails to night disco party
Suddenly unruly winds blared
Mingle with the dust of the earth
Then sky frown his face to rain
Things fall apart
Heavily and heavily
And the rains brimmed the lips of the hills
Overflowing to flood a stream
Running along slavery tunnel
Canoe and cages traveling on it
Alas we diverged to the red sea
Arrow of anguish stabbed our hearts
For we've flown to our united grave
O we birds of Africa
Tears flows from our confused eyes
To form a record lake
For generation thereafter
To drink of it and praise our footsteps
We accept our fate
Again we sing the song of nature
'slavery is freedom'
And the men in opposite skin shake their heads
Like a madman in high disorder
They don't know why the caged birds sing
Hereafter, through our choruses
The great Lord from earth beyond
Opens door to our supplications
And our troubling leaves
-dropped on a calming sea
In dozen we fly to the hills
That long deserted home
We build more many mansions
For the earth is too much with us