SLAVE PATROL - iSlave Yesterday, walking in my integrity and innocency, I was accosted by what my ancestors would surely have recognized as a Slave Patrol. Angry insulting men who are supposed to be "Peace Officers", who took an oath to uphold the law, but chose to break the supreme law of the land. The Constitution. The revered prototype of Trinidad killer policing - Randolph Burroughs and his Flying Squad - used to feel up my backside almost 50 years ago. Today he is dust. Sixteen years ago, I made the error of returning " home" with the idea of service and contribution to development, only to find myself being accosted by slave patrols. I wrote my most popular song "Westside" about the utter indignity I was once again being confronted with. https://lordluke1.bandcamp.com/track/westside Fifty years later, the police are still feeling up my backside and they have found a new iteration of Burroughs. Tomorrow, he is dust. One thing is abundantly clear. You cannot be emancipated from slavery. You cannot escape, retire, educate, pray or buy you way out of slavery. It is a legacy that follows you to the grave and reaches out of the grave to take hold of your progeny across time and generations. There is no dignity, even in age, for a slave and no honour in service, loyalty to the state, war or regalia. I remain homeless. #islave #bookoflife #samebullets #enemyofthestate #knowntothepolice https://www.instagram.com/p/BokYnk9hWQV/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=h3z5elhqzcmi