The Last Color of Slave
From ages dark of untrained minds
In the day of God and Man
The equal of inequality brought forth in separation
The souls of poverty and prosperity to stand.
Those of given need, builders of the richer comfort
The workers of society
Given to the ridicule of unworthiness
Placed within the fields of duplicity.
Here begins the ages of servitude
The new world slaves of fashion
Holy is the union of worker for trade
Blessed by the gods of religion.
Centuries vacillate in controvert mercy
Of slaves in body and mind
Markets grow in new world order
The rich no longer defined.
Into the new land America
The servants of every race
Servitude reigns new meaning
The freedom of life replaced.
Within this change in time
One race left to brave
As one more story of old
The last color of slave.
©By: Darren J McMurray
November 6, 2008
Copyright © Darren J Mcmurray | Year Posted 2008
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