MENTAL slavery is a severe form of it.
They walk around convinced they are free
But their chains are made up of horses’ tails.
Their whips are steeped in hydroquinone.
Wishing away melanin, mercury is now condoned.
Dangerous seed are still being sown -moving through generations.
They live for today but the inevitable is drawing near.
He beats her, insults her, looks down on her
and her soul, so tied up,
begins to echo his remarks.
Death is knocking on the door.
Wake up, O sleeper!
Rise from the dead
and Christ will shine on you.
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