HISTORY'S PODIUM OF SHAME (SLAVE TRADE)

HISTORY'S PODIUM OF SHAME (SLAVE TRADE)

AFRICAN SLAVE MAN!

Athleticism sinewed like a horse
On scaffolds of a heavy boned structure
It roars its restless unabated force
Of twitching energetic signature

Muscles taut from ancestral exertion
In the battle with the stalking jungle
Man and Nature embrace confrontation
A circle of deep pugnacious struggle

Black gold from the lost Ark, African Man!
Caught in the sight of desperate merchants
Greed driven men of a marauding clan
Who buy and sell men in cargo shipments

Sold like cattle on the podium of shame
Driven to build magnificent castles of fame

AFRICAN SLAVE WOMAN!

She was not dainty sickly or frail
But bore the dignity of full bodice
The colour of the night is her skin’s veil
Her motion sails swinging makossa bliss

Fired loins feast on a musky lust parades
Lewd stares gaze on her forced nudity
She is connoisseured and her beauty braids
Exotic cuisines of black purity

Slave masters succoured on her mammary milk
Snared on the laps of her shadowed sunset
And enamoured by her body’s smooth silk
A supreme dose of Nubian feminette

Sold like cattle on the podium of shame
Driven to build magnificent castles of fame

SLAVE CHILD!

Innocence born into the arms of chains
At the mercy of the slave master’s will
Suckled into the bond of pains
In the strong shadows of one buyer’s bill

But still in unsure sunny days they bask
Bundles of joy swaddled in borrowed rags
Sorrowed time quietly sits in its mask
Waiting to reveal its true price tags

Then the heavy hand of slavery descend
Mother or father sold into the dark night
Families torn apart are sorely rend
In business briskly done in broad daylight

Sold like cattle on the podium of shame
Driven to build magnificent castles of fame

ATROCITIES

Atrocities laundered with religion
Genuflection to a white washed false god
Who clothe slave masters with a redemption
In spite of hands stained and crimsoned with blood

The Man, the Woman and the Child faceless
Sacrificed on altars of gods of greed
Robbed of ancestry, lost and rudderless
Condemned to the fate of a sterile seed

They were manure for the land of the free
Oppressed, repressed and shorn of dignity
Until the time of Lincoln’s forced Decree
Called the lost reins of freedom

Sold like cattle on the podium of shame
Driven to build magnificent castles of fame

 

Source & Photo credit: Ayoola Oke