UNDER YOUR FEET
A CRY OF THE WEAK
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.
