Cicatrice Of The Sahara

They hunted us across the dust

Like bush animals without a home

We escaped before the sun’s rise

Distance was within for this is our

 

land Led away a master I call cruelty

The stars stood ahead as witness

At the shores are marks of foot prints

Deeper the ocean was made way

 

We sailed chains bound for weeks

Through the cold of no pity to America

By the wipes of insolence to Britain

Held by unforgivable French jackals

 

After the years the story now buried

No one remembers the hunted

Everyone applauds the hunter

Even the hunted applause the hunter

 

History is every child’s consolation

The restoration lies in self awareness

If one on black skin will find an air

Not bound by chains but bound by thoughts

 

In clarity Africa still revolves in a cage

Chains streaching from the Atlantics

Over the land and over its willingness

Green became dust and dust green

– Kanayo Ebuka