Copyright © 2013 by Michael Krause
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Cold and numb,
Cast in iron,
Barely a mouthful, barely a crumb,
Just like our brothers of old, torn from Zion!
From home to ship,
From ship to hardship,
Sold unfairly just like meat,
But, the sternest souls cannot be beat!
Long for freedom,
Long for a place we can call home,
Shackles and cages,
Young and old blood rages!
With one great deed,
They will come to succeed,
For holding any person down is a despicable crime!
A great man during civil war,
Could not take the anguish of the people anymore,
The pain of all the great black men, women and children of the great nation
So below and behold! Emancipation proclamation!
Switches suddenly to discomfort and unrest,
This irrational behaviour I have come to detest.
Eyes once open,
Now they are closed.
Broken and confused,
My whole being feels abused.
Don’t want to eat,
Just want to be out,
And figure out in my own time, what these feelings are all about.
I take a seat,
In a lonely aisle,
And ponder my life for a brief while.
Sometimes I cannot believe,
Even to this day,
How life is so fragile…
And can easily slip away,
But you have to carry on, smile and deceive,
That is, until the memories grow old and the pain becomes less,
Then and only then can you look back with a vague smile.