I was born in this jail
Except, I didn't do crime
In this kind of a cell
prisoners don't get time
My father was a good slave
Well I guess my mother as well
Here it is very stupid to be brave
One of the things taught by the wall
I was raised with no choice at all
Clearly this is my only heritage
Everywhere I look there's a wall, tall
White and heavily armed to intimidate
Ready to squash playing and giggling
Any funny sound is dead and silenced
Chains and tools never seize tingling
All jokes are whipped when glanced
There's no life here, that I can tell
We were only raised to be better tools
Not even by chance think to rebel
Lest you be sent to the burial of fools
This coming season is my turn, I reckon
I sense the bid on my head endeared
In fact I might even break the record
Wish on luck this road ahead be cleared
In case I push my luck and make a friend
In this enslaved lands days are uncertain
Look not forward to the other end
There's work and leashes can be tighten
The slave route is a dead evil hone
As to where to from here, I don't know
All I know is, I'm going to a new home
To a kind owner this quality I shall bestow
Only if I could be a person not just a prole
I was born for this, all my life I was told
They've beaten all the pain out of my soul
Compelling blows dealt me a lesson cold
Out here obedience is the only rule
Cross that line you won't see a day to rue
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ummm...homie i feel for you. Take heart God is your side. The first will be last. I hope though you can shake the mental attitude which makes you accept oppression. Fight in a smart way....like with a poem. Keep writing your laments someone will hear you plea but giving up is a no no. Good luck
Thanks Deluke, I appreciate your advise, this piece is very close to my heart!
Thanks Deluke, I appreciate your advise, this piece is very close to my heart