In the Congo

Black face
tar laced
everything is dark
evil is the aftermath
of nightmares being taught
struck down, drunk now
masters in the garden
everything is darker
when you think
it’s always haunted
taunted, soft lip
grips have given way
you think this is one thing
but I think you’re a slave.

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