RAVIKIRAN ARAKKAL

Rookie - 18 Points (7TH OCTOBER 1951 / Trissur, Kerala State, India.)

SLAVES


They were thrown in a ship,
So full they did not have
Any place to move or sleep,
Taken to the continent
Of the great dream,
Thrown into the sea when
Dead, with little food they
Lived in the ship, with big eyes
Of desperation, disunited
From their dear ones,
To work for eighteen hours
Daily, spat on small dispeasures,
Of their lords and owners,
Made the continet golden,
With factories, highrises
And highways, to be looked
Upon as the attainable dreamer,
Who did not work, but others,
Work and die with exhaustion.

Submitted: Monday, October 29, 2007
Edited: Wednesday, April 20, 2011

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  • Rookie Analou Pabalate (11/4/2007 1:33:00 AM)

    may the Mighty Hand will touch the stonehearted lord of this world............may their black intentions will be white wash! may this victims of injustice will have that strong determination to live and to learn to fight for their right............for they are not only the slave of the wicked lords but a slave of ignorance.......and the wicked lords as the slave of evilness and greediness.........i hope this best poem of yours will touch the hearts and minds of every human............tnxs! (Report) Reply

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