The Last Color of Slave

From ages dark of untrained minds In the day of God and Man The equal of inequality brought forth in separation The souls of poverty and prosperity to stand. Those of given need, builders of the richer comfort The workers of society Given to the ridicule of unworthiness Placed within the fields of duplicity. Here begins the ages of servitude The new world slaves of fashion Holy is the union of worker for trade Blessed by the gods of religion. Centuries vacillate in controvert mercy Of slaves in body and mind Markets grow in new world order The rich no longer defined. Into the new land America The servants of every race Servitude reigns new meaning The freedom of life replaced. Within this change in time One race left to brave As one more story of old The last color of slave. ©By: Darren J McMurray November 6, 2008