Shadow Of Blacks Poem by Tapiwanaishe Pamacheche

Today freedom is aligned by slavery
On a silver line knitting the black skies
A man earns wealth of freedom and buys slaves.

We seek freedom from those whom had enslaved us,
Those whom had taken the scepter,
those slave drivers
Those black people who find fulfillment in seeing sweat on their kinds.

We will never gain an ounce of emancipation from the slave drivers nor from those whom had bought our freedom with rum.

Our souls will mentally emancipate us from the shackles which hold the brains and thoughts.

We feudalism had built a stone wall of capitalism and
Encamped man to be a social animal who seeks survival as an ingredient of death and Fragment of all toils on the human brow.