at night they dragged me from my bed,
upon my back they trod.
to hell the path before me led,
though theirs led straight to God.
It is written: He granted them
dominion over me;
Wicked cruelty learnt from him,
So wicked they also be.
Raped. Shackled. Murdered. Branded. Then,
their stolen land would yield.
My blackness cursed, enslaved within—
by blood I grew her field.
her belly swelled with rotting meat—
wounded, she would not look:
necrotic entrails, her deceit,
and all the lives she took.
rotted decay deformed her skin
i waited for her to die.
drown in the refuse of her sin,
and choke upon her lie.
be weary of her jagged parts—
one blow would slice you through,
do not despair as she departs—
she would not cry for you.
unspoken sins’ massive dearth
bled her to her core.
Nation of Lies cast back to earth,
and then she was no more.