​They came in their boats,

They came on the sea

With ripe Mango skins

And liquid dry gin. 
They came with their chains,

They came for their gain. 
With manacles of iron and those of the Word, 

They bound and gagged

Our grandfathers’ hands,

Our grandmothers’ spirit. 
And shipped us to sugar plantations, 

And slavery’s own nation

For a bread a day

And strokes for pay.
With kunta and kinte

We begged for our free day, 

Our right and our freeway. 

Leave us alone. 
And though with labour pains

We gained freedom again,

Our black medicine bowl

Healed not our soul.
                                 -Leonard Epidi