Friday, November 6, 2009

Slave Poem

Pain Pain they hold me by a chain
I work hard to buy my freedom, the price is the pain
I try to run away, they catch me again
They beat me and the blood gushed from my veins
How has the right to justify and abuse of my soul, cruelty still able to continue again?
From owner to owner, they played with me a game
The trees felt my pain and the rocks said not again
Pain Pain Pain
The whip said it isn't enough pain
The tear dripped on the rocks, and drew the word pain
Does anyone know where I remain?

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