Ages ago,
In chains and whips,
They urged us on,
With trepidation we yielded,
Our lips were sealed,
But history testifies for us,
Yet it was not us.
Now, under invisible chains and whims,
They beckon on us to reckon,
For fear of our mirage,
We source and thread our doom.
They wear smiles for us,
With crystal lies,
We embrace slavery in a modern facet,
As we toil in bondage,
We think democracy but we stink of dictators.
Illiterates, are we?
For enlightened minds will die to break these chains,
Nigeria hunts,
Africa yearns,
We crave for elites!
Abdulhakim Haliru
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/enslaved-2/
