The 13th Amendment

Footsteps heard from afar Caught in the glimpse of Strange shadows on walls, the unknowable visor of approaching men in uniform, wedged in the unbroken frames of those shadows; Carrying their guns and arms, They throw a basket of broken Legs lost in the war, a dump yard Of human remains And there through the window Struck by the very first sight Are those pair of peeping eyes That seek answers for all that is Left and is yet to come, They speak of all the pain Felt in the anguish of the bygones, A struggle to fight for All that is fair and just, To level the men of his ‘breed’ One amongst many born unequal They see affected patterns of color, The raunchy division of scattered Privileges In moments of solitariness, they Look ahead into the future with a Vision so pure; a utopian ideal it seems To many of his kind, unachievable yet Worth fighting for, for years Of unsolicited beatings, they Only wish to see a world of Equals, the world as a homogeneity of Dark and blank pieces, Men of ‘his breed’ Stand up to wrong all the Blank pieces covered in shadows By the ‘darkness’ of their own Misdeeds, So a world without Fear would be created for once, The end of a gruesome chapter And the beginning of a liberal one