Summer Solstice For the Slave
In ancient Greece the summer solstice is
the first day of the year. For slaves like me,
it is the time we long for. This one day
our masters serve US. Briefly we are free
to eat the luscious food and sip the wine,
then take part in the merriment with those
who own us--as their equals. Memories
of this grand time will come to mind when woes
of daily living plague us. The great god
we celebrate is Cronus. This day no
expense is spared for these festivities.
We slaves must then return to status-quo.
One month from then, Olympic games begin.
Free men display their skills and win great laud
while those like me, in bonds of servitude,
toil endlessly--yet no one does applaud.
June 11, 2016
Copyright © Janice Canerdy | Year Posted 2016
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