Oppression

Dull shackles An accessory to a crime Worn out from repeated abuse Of oppression for profit, for personal gain The cracking of a whip A contributor to paralysis The inability to move Petrified by the sight and sound In chains, continuing to till the ground After a thousand lashes Many of us will have chosen To become obedient Begging and pleading Or left to die bleeding Next of kin Release the pin As I melt into the floor Unconsciously aware of time A common courtesy Segregation for two kinds of people Simply put, me and you Separated by pigment, but bound by race I ask for forgiveness for all of this hate