Enslaved

by

Bernard Otumun


Here I am

dread locked into slavery

with chains of brutality

binding me from my dreams


When I cry

piercing tears of endless rivers

it never got to the sea

nor even honoured with an handkerchief


Though I tried

to accept the fate I fell in

and to please my masters through diligent service

but all I got was a high purchasing bid


And if I am not granted freedom

in my days of scorn

then my children will go on

for I wish them better days to come



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