Sons of the slave masters

John Chinaka Onyeche

Monday 13 July 2020

At what age should you be freed

With every birth they are seen

Running after their enslavers

In pains they begot them sons

As slave they sold their mothers

And in every birth history is lost

How long should they enslaves you

Sons of the slave masters

At what day is it written freed

That you have received freedom

Not from men of this world

Somewhat Supreme set free

Mental illness of slavery is dead

Worse than the lost history

At every beat tradition is mired

Name me my ancestors and

Preserve their history in me

Sons of the slave masters

Is the golden chains treasures

That chain with an inscription

Hung around your necks as

Slaves of the men across the sea

There silence is enforced in you

With your chains you must sing

Your gods songs as mockery tones

One leg up and down the miles

Sons of the slave masters

At what moments are you to be halt

Trading a thousands of miles away

From home comfort lacks not

What is in you that can't be harness

You run away to return in the evening

With chains in everything thing you do

Love not your chains as freedom looms

Shake it off thy neck and be freed again

Sons born in slavery that seeks freedom

Speak up and stand for your right as humans