Spells of My Slavery Broke

A memory from deep recesses of my mind crept Meandering, probing, seething In deep shafts of wrath swept From crevices where the memory for too long held prisoner wept Cursing the day it saw the light of day In an ice cold World where though on bended knees it strove to eat morsels of clay No Good Samaritan to its rescue stood bold Enough to lend a helping hand Or a tender shoulder to cry on As nestled thorns in the loveless land Accommodated in its bosom no single clone Who could pluck up courage To defy the tyranny Which unleashed a barrage Teeming with calumny and larceny Whose green eyes rolled with glee At the sight of the memory wincing at every blow of the hippo tail In Galilee Where a hangman from Hell Snapped the memory’s neck Cracking vertebrae As a snake Writhing and slithering whose fangs did stray Aiming to inject venom On the neck of the memory when God’s love Crushed the demon On flapping wings of a white dove On which the memory flew Restored Its yoke the memory threw Away its pains gored As the memory with a spring in its footsteps Determinedly cruised to my heart Snatched the forceps Which with a start Let go of my freedom When all of a sudden I awoke In love’s kingdom Enthused by God’s omnipotence as spells of my slavery broke.