Slaves Have Descended Poem by Naveed Akram

The man cost piles of money and honey,
I could see lights in his morbid mirror;
Then I clasped him in my arms to wet
The day as it cringed at the whole season.
The men who acted stank awhile,
Fleeing was believing and verbs were costing
The government too many words,
The slaves revealed a memory of their own.
They were made for that day and night,
Cruelty and wrath descended too mightily.
They caught sight of religion,
Their teachers were behind in health.
Then the slaves of the region that cried
Created a suffered bridge to cross
And enlighten others whose freedom
Cost them dearly.

A man cost piles of money, too many were
Like honey, holidays crept up and cringed,
With lashes and strong sores on the arm
And leg, too fast were their beaches
Inside the ocean-time.

An escaped convict was a slave to the rich,
Rich hearts found their sorry tales
With repeated submission,
With the jail to ride, and devious fevers
Enraged the populace, with tactics
Of the bridge,
Too early a start in life for the knife.