#poem, «Slaves»

Chanting from the early morning,

praying through the day,

screaming in the dead of night,

managing the will to fight,

aching for the strength to say,

free me…

Sweating in December’s sunlight,

bleeding through late afternoon,

screaming dead that walk the night,

fighting through the urge,

one last breath,

one final blow,

break the chains…

Slaves that don’t believe in slavery,

walk in single file to work,

smile as comics entertain them,

feeling free to seize the day,

while their shackles cut into their wrists and ankles

they always forget to pray…

C. 2024 – Francisco Bravo Cabrera – 07 JUN 2024 – Valencia, Spain