You say I can speak freely,
Yet threaten to cut off my tongue should I talk against you,
You tell me I can think however I choose,
Yet you promise too behead me, should I manage to read ill your plans,
What rights do I have really?
What freedom do I possess frankly?
Africa you untie the nylon ropes that bind my hands in your speeches,
But chain them back with steel rods by your actions,
This is confusing what am I, bound or loose?
This is paradoxical what am I really, enslaved or freed?