Living In Slavery - Poem by Hebert Logerie
Living in slavery is
Like living in hell
That’s not a tease
In 2015, the bell
Should’ve had a different sound
Capable of turning around
Everything under the sun
Everything under the moon.
Living in prison especially
If one’s innocent as an angel
Is like living in a man-made hell
Like a true martyr, like a baby
Amid violations and anger
Humiliation and hunger
Like a forgotten dog in the desert
Boneless, boneless, and dry like dirt.
Slavery is still around
That does not sound
Good, it is like being in prison
In a box, in a coffin
With no companion.
Living in slavery
Is like living in hell
In a system of sleazy
Lies and corrupt devils
My People do not fear hell
Because society unfairly
Buried them in that tunnel
Abandoned them on a non-stopped fairy
Where the destination is unknown
Without food, drink, and an iphone.
Copyright © December 5,2015 Logerie Hébert, All Rights Reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
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