There was a road that led to the castle

There were feet that were dragged on it to the castle,

Feet of languishing abducted royals

Stocked in rusty shackles.

There is a road that leads to the castle

It is a road of mysteries that speaks of the ancient,

It is a road of sorrows for there you shall find the marks of pain

Endured for centuries.

There is a road that leads to the castle

Littered with aborted and broken dreams,

Dreams of African royals

Long ago stolen from the tropical Palace.

There is a road that leads to the castle

Full of indelible memories centuries-age old,

Memories that come with sense of pride

And a moment of sober reflection.

There is a road that leads to the castle

It is a road that brings back to us the consequences of our errors yesterday,

It is a road that instructs us about the future,

And controls our intellect.

There is a road that leads the castle

It leads to the castle where our noble royals died

Stocked to the dumpy dungeons,

There is a road that leads to the castle

On it you shall still find indentured slaves

On it they go chancing a mirage.

F. Abeku Adams

8th July, 2006.