Slave Boy

The weather condition here is far different from that of our father land

I became paranoiac as everybody around looked like the captors

Couldn’t find even an answer to the volcanic questions that erupted from my head

On a straight line,we were marched to a plantation,

Where we worked without being fed

Was this why father sold me to this nation?

Carcasses of my dear brothers has become a daily norm to behold

Will there be an end to this UNENDING sorrow?

I pray to see the day and night of tomorrow.
©Onwuama Lawrence

  IG:poetic_bane

  Poeticbane.wordpress.com

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