by Jide Martins Faleru
I am a brutality of slavery
Danger surrounds me
I thought it was love
I embraced it without erudition
Escaping was an option
All I could thought of but It was only a wishful thinking
The merchants are proud and arrogant
Slavery has been their only source of income
Mercy is far of their book of thought
They are ruthless and barbaric
Abuse is the way of life, brutality is like a rose of gold.
Tear of a slave brings joy to the merchants
The merchants enjoy the brutality without a remorse.