The Boy Slave Poem by Daniel Ukwe

Born into bondage,
A slave boy's life begun
Chains and shackles,
His only companion

Day after day,
Toiling in the sun
His spirit unbroken,
His hope not undone

Dreaming of freedom,
Of a life beyond
The fields and the whip,
A life he could respond

He prayed for deliverance,
For a chance to be free
To run in the wind,
And breathe liberty

The nights were his solace,
Where he'd gaze at the stars
Wondering if somewhere,
There lay a life without bars

His faith never wavered,
Even when things were bleak
He knew in his heart,
Freedom was within reach

For he was a slave boy,
But his spirit was strong
And though he was captive,
His heart sang freedom's song

One day he knew,
The time would be right
To seize his chance,
To escape into the night

He'd run through the fields,
Leaving slavery behind
His eyes set on the horizon,
Freedom his only bind

For the slave boy knew,
His life was worth more
Than the chains and the pain,
Of the life he had before

And so he ran,
Toward a life yet unknown
His heart full of hope,
His spirit finally flown.

Ukwe AD