This engulfing darkness
Is not from the reflection of our skin,
And the emotion that besieges us
Is of our self imposed purpose.
The bondage that forces us
To slip back into slavery
Is not from the forces around us.
We chant the need for freedom
For our souls, our race
And for the emancipation
Of our mental handicap.
Yet we sit back and dig into old wounds
Infecting our strength with poisonous
Self inflicted torture;
Poisoning our weapons then stabbing ourselves
And while still drugged in the pain of our failure,
We search for someone to blame.
Our failure thus far has been fuelled
By the fear deeply lodged in our souls
And as long as we make hatred the source of our strength
This ball and chain will not only stagnate us
But it will drag us back to where we're running from.
©Naan Pocen
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