Look at us downtrodden people,
black, brown, tan—sepia drenched,
as if clothed by the inescapable skin of seals.
We are not the children of Israel.
Do not be fooled by our devotion, do not be fooled
by our history of searing bondage. Our Western
brand of slavery
was seen by God as we prayed
for freedom, but only convenience
left our physical chains to history
while those that possess our collective
intellect and soul
are shadowed by defeatist traditions
that leave us wandering through
the house of illusion.