A Slave's Cry

Stranded in this place

I cannot recognize

Abandoned and lonely

No hears my cries

As I walk through this wasteland

Of wilderness and desolation

I am consumed with anguish

I walk this road with hesitation

On every turn that I come upon

There is more pain than the last turn

Agony and torment is spewing from my pores

Every step I take more pain I earn

Until I am enveloped in grief

Buried alive on my feet

Dirt in my eyes nose mouth and lungs

I throw up my flag of defeat

Each painful blow leaves behind a deep gash

That is constantly reopened never able to heal

Infection has now set into my heart

Slashes and scars on my body

Reveals every detail

Of the despair embedded deep in my soul

That tells the tale of a soul so lost

A soul wandering through this wilderness

A tale of what being born black cost