Enslaved Soul Poem by Otha Gwabe

Trapped in your cage
Forced to your will
Suffocating through the pain
Upon waiting for your kill

You whip me for my faults
Cackle when shed is my blood
Bring my joy to its halt
Covered me in a drowning flood

Then you unlocked the cage
And threw the lock far away
Then you dragged me by the soul
To a dark place new, frozen cold

You suddenly left me in the room
Large, with an echo of doom
A few days there I stayed
The sadness slowly fading away

Then you came again
A slightly bigger cage in hand
This all felt so inhumane
And for this I would not stand

You suddenly went livid
Then grabbed me by spirit
You threw and locked me in
And scratched me by skin

When I call you insane
Your blood boiling at the vein
‘I give you anything want,
You ask and I grant! '

Taken aback I cry
For you to keep the lies
‘You ungrateful child' you shout
Wild you went and stomped out

Then once more there was silence…
And I see myself once more
Building up resistance
But slipping in my gore

I see this, now my life
It hurts like a cut of a knife
Once again, I feel the reaping bomb
Soon I realise, that this is my FREEDOM