CRIES OF A SLAVE born from black parents i work really hard in my masters land did everything to keep away from punishments for through lashing whips my parents death i mourned and mourned days and nights but still i worked like a worthless child i watched my parents received the whip i felt it touching my skin i heard the shout of my parents cries couldnt watch the cruelty i had to shut my eyes the last words i can recall clearly run my child, fight for your freedom vigorously they dug a hole and threw them in not even am organized funeral nor two fitted coffins on that day goodbye,i love you and ill miss you were the words i sang i was angry, thought of evil plans oh if only i got the chance to runaway from my masters land anyone caught running away will be shot dead on the way anyone caught stealing will have no fingers for touching anyone who disobeys their orders will receive a gift to remember it was like a cowboy on a horse every time it slowed, the whip make it quickly gallop all praises to the lord who heard our prayers who decided to lend a helping ear soon freedom came knocking at the doors it was singing wake up my children, open and come i was free at last equality for all blacks.
Posted on: Fri, 28 Nov 2014 03:55:29 +0000
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