Slaves Poems

The song of the lost

The song of the lost 
Drowned out by the ghostly whispers
Begging to be freed 
To move through the afterlife like leaves on a tree
Free to be -
Sad for the black souls trapped in the waters used to escape 
A fate of becoming a slave 
Yet somehow contained in the waters of slavery
Forever encased in the

History doesn't matter if its aesthetic

Hot summers dry up the land 
The dirt crumbles under the heaviness of disrespect
Fresh flowers adorn the land 
Covering the uneven burial grounds 
Overshadowed by privilege 

What better way to claim superiority 
By soiling the plantation they stand on
Ignorance crowds the air 
Cast aside by vows of love 
Tainting history with a wedding
The stories of

The sacrifice of freedom for love

Freedom
A dream he never allowed himself to hope
He couldn't have his heart broken
Not when it belonged to his black woman
Not when it carried his emotions 
Not when it carried the love that kept him mobile

'You're free'
A prospect of a new life
One he had hoped to share with his beautiful wife
But 
Nothing in life comes for

The chains are still there you've just got to look closer

Stalked all their life 
Stained by a crime not committed 
A permanent mark on black skin
A reminder how we will never fit in
Labelled as criminals
Despite being exonerated 

Probation was for those in need of reformation 
Not those who already good behaviour 
But any chance to stereotype 
The oppressors will take their chance
To keep the invisible

Modern day slavery

The world drowns us in problems 
Then expects us to breathe solutions 
In a society that demands whispers of lullabies rocking them to sleep 
Whilst we deal with the havoc they wreak

Safe in the silence of their homes
Black women have to deal with the chaos outside alone
The white man's mess becomes the black persons job
Our

Green And Pleasant Land

If the UK is as PC
as some would have us perceive
(tho' Britons never never never shall be slaves
Boadicea's turning in her grave)
it's incorrect on two counts
would you believe
and the US we should see
as between '52 and '22
it was a Queendom
not a Kingdom
and either way
that's sexist so
to speak more accurately
accordingly it should be
the United Sovereignty

SLAVES

GOD
Love
Slaves
Too

The Last Bookworm

Expelled from paradise, directed down to hell
Whose court is talking about justice here?
Yours are the apples, and your garden blooms so well
Pick any fruit, and treat the snake, my dear
The cruel punishment will never put them right, 
Your congregation of the disingenuous slaves 
The triumph of the law will not be glorified
By their rants expanded

A New World

Minds turned into images
Barren moments, parched feelings
Drowned in haste and unease, 
Self-indulgent and covetous 

Desolate technology slaves 
Imprisoned in closed cabins
Chained to the chairs
Eyes fixed on the screens

Human skeletons with dried hearts
Drained and deserted relationships 
Torn emotions and tainted lives
Emptiness all around 

Ruled by commerce and profit
Turning world in to market
With frozen conscience
Infringing the peace

Dereliction of Duty

From the top to the bottom, 
The world is nothing
If not a flaming cauldron
Pulling us in, you, me, each and every one
Down a slippery slope

Into the breach
Because we can and must,
And when it comes
How do you rise to meet the tide,
Or do you waiver, falter and fall?

This moment when there is just you
How do you

The Lament of the Hebrew Slaves

NB  This is not a literal translation of the famous choir "Va Pensiero" from the Nabbucco, but just what I felt as when many, many years ago I was in a choir and sang this lovely aria.

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Listen to our pitiful pleas, Oh Almighty God.
Let them be heard from every mountain and vale.
Let my prayers

But thanks be to God that, though you used to be slaves to sin, Romans 6:17 part six

Slaves to Righteousness continued

But thanks to God that, though you used to be slaves to sin, you wholeheartedly
obeyed the form of teaching to which you are now entrusted.  You have been set
free from sin and have become slaves to righteousness.  Romans 6:17-18

I put this in human terms for you are weak in your

Working Class Slaves

I walk these many streets

I walk this path of stone

I hunger for a life

That I can call my own

I'm a slave to my job

I'm a slave to this town

I'm a slave to the system

That strives to keep me down

I owe money for my house

I owe money for my car

I owe money to the bank

I'm left

Slaves of the money

You pay, the world is your slave.
Even poetry is an item for business !
You buy the best seat in house,
your garbage will be elevated to grace,
and the slaves of the money
will not attempt to disavow any red, black, yellow
or the brown race.

(11.17.2023)

Angry Slaves

None are more enslaved hopelessly,
than those who falsely believe that they are free,
and none get angrier than any by far,
than those you attempt to enlighten how unfree they are.

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