some where in afrika
iwas taken back ina dream
somewhere in ghana,
cape coast i could hear people
scream,
they spoke to me in amharic,
twi and swahili,
they sopke to me in kigondo,
they told me about the horrors of slavery,
they told me about men and woman
bound by chains in shackles
and how crammed they were,
people rolling over each others
feces and vomits,
some where thrown
in the oceans alive

they spoke to me in yoruba
as well,
i saw ken sara wiwa
and wolly soyenka
i saw the figting spirit
of walter sisulu
and steven biko
they showed the massacrer of sharspville
they took me back to kanada
and showed me the bulldozing of africville,
they took me to florida, rosewoood,
and showed me the lynchs and castrations
the criminal minds of amerikkkkas bred terrorists
hidden undera hood,

they spoke to me about how frail human nature is
and how divided we are,
the in house fighting,and how we never gonna get
that far,
they showed me arabs selling us for euro-roman amerikkkans
for spices and gold,
they spoke to me,
and told me how afrikans are so divisive
and there is no cohesion among us
because the enemy got our mind,body and soul
and we will never break the mental chains
and we will never be free.