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Rattle the Chain

Ta'likra was a most stubborn slave He loved to rattle the chain It was a sound of pure defiance that echoed across the lush plantation terrain Son of Antuk had a pygmy burning bush spirit He seethed silently as the lashes dug deep into his back The masters hoped the other slaves would see this bloody spectacle and fear it, thwarting any thoughts of a rebellious attack He was beloved by the other slaves, he had a will of burnished steel He had a big heart, noble and brave, his presence strengthened the weak and the ill The European rulers had a troublesome dilemma: If they killed Ta'likra, they would make him a martyr; causing him to live still past his death, stirring up angry African chants of unrest And if they let him live, he would continue to challenge their authority Thus making it harder to rule over the other slaves with complete fear and impunity They struck a balance as to what they would do, they would whip him daily, give him meager rations Eventually break his spirit down to ashes But that didn't work against this four-foot-two mountain of a man He was Pygmy, he was a dark bush man He was pure African, borne upon the hot desert sand He didn't fear death, he didn't fear pain Thrice bitten by the deadly viper, he loved to rattle the chain The masters, unable to break his spirit, were perplexed and at wits end When a wizened one with gnarled raised hand, offered up a most enlightened plan This old, white medicine man appealed to Ta'likra in a peach grove He said, where would the souls of the ancestors go, if the tree of life isn't allowed to flourish and grow The tender buds of the future will wither away, and the great roots of your ancestors will die here today Let us gather up the ancient leaves, my warrior friend, and build a fire of peace Let us pay homage to the holy ancient ones with gifts of love and largesse For as the stars will not always remain in the sky to stay, the chains of slavery will be removed from your people one day Ta'likra, the Pygmy prince, peered into the blue eyes of the old man, and thought deep on his sage sayings Then he arose in dignified grace and silently walked away He never once rattled his chain again, he kept his untamed rage locked in the cage within

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Date: 11/16/2016 4:09:00 PM
excellant narrative freddie been watching a series on bbc2 eye opening learn something new everyday they say stephen
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Date: 11/8/2016 7:19:00 PM
Love that name Antuk! What a great story RW.
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Date: 11/8/2016 5:32:00 PM
Hi Freddie, You have penned such a well written narrative. I was reminded of the "Roots" many series by Alex Haley. Well done. A without a doubt seven and fav:-) Alexis
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Date: 11/8/2016 2:26:00 PM
A most inspired and touching narrative poem, Freddie. The words and wisdom of an elder are worth listening to. ~ Regards // paul
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Date: 11/8/2016 3:22:00 PM
Ty, Paul. The older I get, the more I appreciate that POV more. Ha ha ha. Appreciate the kind words, friend.