African King
Your not alone in this trying world,
I feel your emptiness.
If I could I would break your chains and carry the burden of your pain.
My heart aches too...
Some day those who keep you will be awoken.
I know your beauty, Ive felt your warmth and witnessed you honor,
Your word is bond- your a man amongst men, an "African King"...
Your courage and strength is commendable so I wrote this poem for you...
They took you life and name once again and replaced them with a number,
out of fear of the king within.
The boots you wear represent the hard road you have traveled, and the road you
will continue on through this life.
The clothes that they make you wear are to hide your beautiful skin.
They want you to hurt, they caged you like an animal, dont let them win!!!
One day you will be freed and ALL will hail the "African King"...
NOTE: Written in dedication to a DEAR friend serving life unjustly...
(And all those unjustly in bondage- spiritually, physically, and mentally)
5-10-1009 Update: The Prisoner in this poem is now free( after 15yrs)!!!!
Copyright © Crystal Hill | Year Posted 2006
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