Like cage-feeding birds,
We're fettered under our father's roofs.
With the pangs of liberty-seized,
Bondage bruised our black-naked bones.
In our noble-spirited soil,
Our quest cried for wind-driven emancipation.
We're enchanted by colonization.
In moue, our fathers' crowns fell off their heads.
Their thrones fell to the earth.
Irresistibly, they succumbed under the "crown" of the far-horizon Kingdom.
Ousting in...