Speare Earth Poetry Poet Dramatic Verse

Tell Freedom

In these days, we prayed -SERIES- 

"TELL FREEDOM" 

June 10, 2017

                            

                           TELL FREEDOM




   ‘ The Black Soul ‘


TELL FREEDOM 



             


Sanity was dressed in filth
And nobody recognized her.
The long days and warm nights
Sped along, chased one another,
And were lost in time.
And time, 
Man, and something within him
Conspired against him and his innocence.
While the darkness of the land
Rushed on to meet him.

Suddenly, three overgrown and uncultured
White boys were about him.
"I'll have this one,
“A ginger-headed lad said.
"What's the matter?" He asked em.	
"You're going to fight us,"
The ginger-headed lad replied.
"We fight fair," another added. 
"I don't want to fight you", The black boy pleaded.
"You'll fight!"  the white boys iterated.
But for what reason should I fight you?
"We want to kill you!" they replied.
"For what crime?" He screamed.
"You're black," one of the white lad said.
"Ready!"

"For this much all men know: 
Despite compromise,
War, struggle, 
The black man is not free.

The ***** is not free 
For he plant while others reap
The golden increment of bursting fruit,
Not always tolerance, abject and mute,
The receipts of his forced labours cheap;
Not everlastingly while others sleep
Shall he delight their limbs with mellow flute,
Not always bend to some more subtle brute;
A black man was not made eternally to weep.

For it’s a known fact that:
‘A black man only exist 
In this world,
Without truly Living?’.


Godwin Henry Osaigbovo Pa Shakespeare

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