Slave No More
The Symbionese Liberation Army hushed
Dusk paved the way for a new day.
Who speak for poor, once rich?
Murderous men surmised-
Women, too, brewed wealth.
God forbid we stay enslaved,
Numbing, numbing, as with
Sexual molestations...
Chasing blood from our brain
Coagulated into pain.
We hurt ourselves not knowing
Why we pine, yet
Long before that final breath,
Moment after moment will meet us,
Forgiving as new day's light.
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Copyright © Iris E. S-Lewis | Year Posted 2022
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