Terry Trainor Poet Prose Poetry

A Slave

What man boasts that he is free and comes from great fathers,
But if they breathe any air on this earth then they are a slave,
If the free man does not feel heavy chains around his ankles,
That man is a fool can't he see the fetters on his brothers.

How great it must be to not have to tug or loosen your chains,
To have true freedom and sleep soundly in a feather lined bed,
Not to have chains so uncomfortable there is no rest or sleep,
No leather heart as he does not owe any man any kind of debt.

True freedom is the want to help others in their desperate need,
Offer our brothers help who are too scared to use their own voice,
We need to hold hands and show our weaker friends the way to go,
With our hearts and hands help those who are weak and lost in fear.

We are all slaves in one way or another we all have heavy chains,
And as slaves we will not choose any hatred hurt or wretched abuse,
Not in silence we know its our voice that shows we care and love,
So if you are not a slave and are not in pain then you must be dead.

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