Poetry: SLAVES

Slaves

It is because you don’t see me,

You don’t value me,

I try to see,

But your wrath blinds me,

I cry for help from up above,

But your supremacy and authority chain me,

My children are hungry and almost to die,

But you have taken away my wife,

You have made their nurse a sex slave,

I’m around just waiting for the next stage,

The separation of my children when my smile shall fade.

You have neither compassion nor a heart,

You disregard I have blood that runs my heart,

Yet you call me an ape from the forest,

But I honestly think you are shoddier than that,

You are neither a monster nor a heartless beast,

I have tried to understand your impact on my fate,

My wife is aghast by the portion of life,

My children bewildered throughout the murky and the night,

Their lives shall shrivel once I get into this boat,

I will never lay my eyes on my family,

I will have to toil and get trodden dearly,

I just hope that my gods are watching carefully,

Because I played my responsibility as a chief for my family,

I hope my wife forgets me and feels the delight even one day,

I hope my children shall never go hungry,

But what I hope most is that I shall one day craft an army,

Of all the Negro slaves who work in the whites’ firms every day,

Who do not even slumber, but usually arise early,

And turn the tables to recuperate our dignity,

To get back our family,

To go back to our land and enjoy our rights fully.