Statue

There is a statue standing

In the centre of our town

It is a man from long go

On who we now do frown

His glory and his wealth

Earned not by the sweat of his brow

But by the transportation

Of stolen people to the fields

The fields of imperialist colonies

Many centuries ago

A statue standing silently

A phantom from the past

Should he remain?

A reminder of the history

Of the horrors they endured

Enslaved in cruel bondage

A masters mere chattel

To do with as he wished

And dispose of at a whim

Slavery in all its horror

Can we forgive his sins

There is a statue standing

In the centre of my town

A testimonial reminder

Of inhuman barbarous cruelty

Of man towards his fellow man