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I’m no slave, yet you pit me here.
The verge of death's grave.

To sleep, weep in the mudded dirt.
You take away my body’s tattered shirt.

I’m no slave, you wretched tyrant.
You loud- mouthed, fat- bellied master.

It is not you, whom I fear, no.

It’s the Lord above, who sent me here.
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Dr John Celes 22 April 2007

True, Our only Master in whom we trust and lead our earthly life in fortitude! Yet, what a loving Master, our God is! He waits with love to give us BLISS! God bless you, Melvina Please read my poem, 'We gotta live, ' love, Dr John Celes

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Tailor Bell 01 September 2006

great write, Melvina. inner light dealing with outer strife. i love the picture of the struggle. -Tailor

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Will Barber 27 August 2006

A passionate poem. It speaks of revolt against the hand of man, submission to the hand of the divine. I like it very much. - Will

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Nimal Dunuhinga 26 August 2006

You suffer but it's not a suffering for you; come to a conclusion as your firm belief on the God within yourself.That trust speaks in this poem.

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