Modern masters came
They came on a disguise to elevate us
To put civilization strings on our mind
To cut off the chain of barbarism
But they played barbarism on us
Fastened chains on us
Drilled padlock holes on us
Hauled us like stack of woods
From our motherland to theirs to labour
One after the other, lifelessness engulfed us
We lost hope of returning home
We never returned
So we said our last prayers
We cursed silently in our hearts.
— Lawal Abdulhamid .A.
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