SWEET SLAVE

Child bred from chains
I share tears falling from thy soul
I rubbed minds
With words whose voice is but plastic
Traded faces for places
Whose legs tread upon I egg like dreams

Child bred from chains
I still smell blood
Stained on the chains caging thy thought
I still see chains of color
Chains walking through half-baked smiles
Of strangers pale
Whose fingers touch our daughter’s nipples?

Child bred from chains
Have you not seen the curse?
Wrapped in jewels and gifts
Offered to the bastard whose
Heritage clings
On a thread of stupidity

Child bred from sun
Are you still not a slave?
Are you not a beggar?
Dressed in modern day suits
Soaked in the soot of bloody civilization

Child bred from Chains
I cry for thee
For the eggs hatched in this moon,
For in the end
We will laugh
We will laugh at their might
For they might be able
To kill our flesh
But not our will
Not our spirit
We will rise like dust
Wait for the rain.