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