Doulics (Slave Narratives) Poem by Tom MuyungaMukasa

I am a slave,
but why,
I am sure,
you know,
you profess,
a humanity,
in 'we the people'
by 'we'
is the aspect of,
diverse and
not divided,
right off,
the altar,
fired with grace,
you commit,
me to more,
disgrace,
your gods,
must be,
so pampering,
and quick,
to absolve,
only you,
I am a slave,
because,
you want it,
that way,
you have,
the say,
you are,
merry,
but,
when you,
treat me so,
you are,
debasing,
yourself lol!
this I know,
rise up,
to the,
level of,
dignity,
just so,
you know,
opportunity,
is all we need,
then,
we shall,
have all,
the best,
among us,
'we the people.'