Europeans Bait
Glaring eyes of what not insight;
Censed Fault of my mighty grasp;
Under a shallow tree,we live;
To please our masters plea;
Come not!Ot be taken astray;
The voice of our hearts gone delayed;
The stripping of chains through our veins;
Thus claiming an European bait;
Call out for justice;
What a dangerous notice;
Savoring cries of the young;
Hears their mothers unending gong;
So we live;
We dive beneath;
Waiting for a sense of liberation;
For God made a Sensation;
Out of our forceful Melee;
