Gbola Adiamoh: The Lords

The Lords

the irons of Slavery are not rust yet as in the Foundry Brother blows out his mimetic incantation on the anvil

and clobbers this metal till the alchemy

with zeal not manly he put the reins on this stallion— full of strength could not run, though

even for its beautiful mane and the strong shoulders

you cannot run, remember the chains too for you have no voice and I hold mine

am I slave?

I am Lord, you know what I wish you wish I won’t succumb to Insubordination

are we subservient?

think of it i am lord

and I AM LORD