In the dungeons of untrue liberty, we were laid,
Chains of inhumanness clustered our treasured feet,
Good tidings they preached, to us, roes we weet,
“Static efforts that puzzled fettered minds”, I said,
Debtors, they christened our fathers, but they gladly paid,
Bizarre orders, boldly inscribed from selfish leets,
Horrors of our dreamland, nurtured to raid,

Mean smiles craved cold war in us as if to aid,
Brothers became aliens cumbersome to meet,
Their weird courtesies melted our perceived freet,
Wonderful legacy to behold, only remembered to braid,
Of the hell seen, emancipation was the trade