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The New Slaves

He came on the brink of the negroes ascent to the White House;
A slave of an unusual sort.
He peered,
From the tiny window in the quarter, 
At the snow
Smothering life,
And felt his predecessors’ woe.

Many, like Stella,
Came to find a groove
But purchased with perjury 
Men with desires to excel;
To escape the clutch of privation
And scorn.

Ambitious to become house-wives
With uneducated spouses
And the need for the goodlife. 
The unscrupulous requests grow intolerable
And recentments fester and prosper, 
While the innocent observe
And absorb this lie.

Words cut like razor
And provoked the unthinkable;
Children, like chains,
And immigration shackles
Derailed the contemplations
Of living again.


Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 9/12/2010 5:56:00 PM
Very creative and interesting write on The New Slaves, Earle
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Date: 9/12/2010 5:12:00 PM
Thank you for this piece Earle. I'm new to poetry soup and I am enjoying reading so many beautiful pieces especially this one. Monica
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Date: 9/12/2010 3:07:00 PM
meaningful and well stated. thank you, chuck
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Date: 9/12/2010 9:34:00 AM
Bravo! Absolutely loved this evocative piece you've written. I'm richer now...
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