In an inky room,
Blank in black sights,
Captivity reigns in a a Nebuchadnezzar-like manner,
Oozing around in low tunes and hurtful lyrics,
Oceans of black heads were flanked by
Chains tied around their arms and padlocks in their embedded mouths,
Pregnant with words that could ignite the ire of their captives,
It remained sealed.
For years,the grave-like atmosphere in their closed mouths, pinioned arms is
characteristically associated with their clime,
A world where death is the fastest escape from natural restrictions,
To them,death is life and life is death,
The thoughts of freedom is like setting a mansion ablaze
For their hopes crumbled down at the sights of wicked, skinny, white men,
Hopes become lifeless when death wish rules the mind,
Just as these thoughts raced through their minds,
To their utmost dismay,a voice in rich English accent exclaimed 'push them to the ships,they are moving to the new world'
Tears trickled down their swollen eyes voluntarily,
For what lies ahead for them is greater than their present state.