‘Peaceful slavery is the way’,

They say,

To have power over the 'savages',

‘Those blacks’,

They say.

They spit,

On me,

Their poison courses through my veins.

And underneath my weary, resilient face,

I am scared.

Of what will come,

Of what shall be,

Of my family,

And of me.

They grasp me now,

Their pale, sick hands burn my skin,

Those blue-blooded, blond haired, barbarians,

Those powerful, tyrannical rulers,

Pull me into this vortex,

This black hole.

Now I stand before the mighty dragon,

A killer not a savior.

With wings drenched in gory blood,

With a mouth that swallows all in sight,

The gargantuan killer of life, I say.

But they call this dragon by two words only,

And when these two words are heard,

Gunshots, wars and crimes mysteriously,

Conveniently appear.

People run.

We scream.

A cacophony.

And yet, they defeat us,

They defeat me.

I cry with hopelessness,

As I teeter above the ring of hell,

As I'm dragged towards the deathly dragon they call,

The slave ship.