A Slave In Freedom Poem by Adams King

Africa my Queen, my King yet a slave
An angel in hell a freed soul in bondage
How else will I show you the gold
Beneath the glowing dark skin of yours
How long will you dine on rotten tables
Wallowing in mud with worms and maggots

Africa, you see yourself no better than dogs
Sold your integrity for little bones that rot
Greed and foolishness had eaten up your flesh
And left you like malnourished child
Whose rib and skull are left visible

The shameless have no shame so they say
A better word for our African looting leaders
Who suck dry the continent of her good
Like black bed bugs with protrude belly
Political preachers of propagandas
Empty headed monsters that wears the crown

Africa you've lost your bright colors
Like the faded wears of my grandfather
You're a young and vibrant woman
Yet with sagged, milkless breast of a grandma
A barren idiot, stagnant stream
Polluted and bitten by the termites of time

When will you rise to erase your names
From the book of suffering and slavery
When will you defend your nations
From being seen as lower beings on earth
We chanted in unity 'black lives matters'
Yet a black leader does not believe such

Africa, its a pity we watched you fall
Crawl in your dust and beg for food
I weep, I wail, I mourn for my Africa
Who knew not the strength she has in her
It's time to rise up and defend your people
For you will beg to live if you fail to die for this