They
all look so worried, so sad, so dazed
All dressed in chain
Cries of agony could be heard
All were tortured, not one soul was spared
They pleaded and cried for mercy
All these fell on deaf ears
Their agony was their master’s happiness
Their pleas, to their master, was foolishness
The cries of children for thier mothers
Was, to their master, laughter
But that was the beginning of their fetters
“When shall we smile and dance to the beats of celebration?”
The master answer, “You shall have your freedom
When fishes grow wings, and men learn to fly”
They all accept the blow of the tragic news
Those words make them shiver and wonder
“When shall our cries be heard?
When shall we ever enjoy the sweet taste of freedom?”
By
Favour Emma-Nwachukwu
