SLAVE

The world is gray and stares blindly

At my world and life stark on the earth

And now, tired of her listless might:

I will talk and voice out my heart.

They believe me deaf, weak and infirm

With no ambition and desire to live,

Because they have forgotten my past life

And the struggle that mould and shape me.

I was not raised in rich and lush castles

Nor did I ride horses through fields of green

Or eat foods, tasty and sweet on the lips

But I was made in silent and secret places.

They are wrong to find comfort in bondage

For I know the result of pain, hate and rage

And now that I have found love in hope's path,

None of them will survive my lord's coming wrath.

I shall refuse to bow and beg beneath their feet,

Until the day my real master shall arise in glory.

For the Lord will set the world afire,

The mighty hammer that breaks chains asunder.

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