Poem -

UNDER YOUR FEET

A CRY OF THE WEAK

UNDER YOUR FEET

I cannot see the sun
But I can feel it's burn
My skin pealing ever so slowly 
And the layers will not end
But some how I managed 
To endure the pain

To the stake of prejudice 
My future is now chained
After I've made it across rivers, swamps 
And dangerous terrain
And you don't know my story 
You don't even know my name 

I seek a place in your fields 
So my broken heart could heal
But I've been captured and caged 
It's such an injustice and outraged 
And you never asked me my name 

My voice you have silenced 
With a gag of shame
Behind walls of concrete and steel 
Your hatred is revealed 
And like a trophy in a storefront 
I am put on display 
And you don't even know my name 

It's such a travesty 
That history has chosen me
While seeking asylum in the land of the free
To be placed under your feet
And you don't even know my name.

Wilford Barker.