The Enslaved Mind Poem by Edwina Reizer

The Enslaved Mind



So much to know, so much to learn,
it makes the imagination inside of me burn.
How do I start? What will inpart?
These mind-boggling things are intense.

How is it that some, but not everyone
are content with the tales they've been told?
What is it in me that can't let it be?
It's unnerving and my mystery.

Why is it I find we've never been told
about a planet that came looking for gold?
We are who we are and always will be,
a race that was created for slavery.

Strange as that seems and as ugly as it sounds,
the truth of this strangeness simply astounds
any human with compassionate ways
that slavery continues to our present days.

The continuous oppression of humanity
is the drama that continues on earth.
Religiously, culturally and economically
is the result of a slave species' birth.

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Edwina Reizer

Edwina Reizer

LAKEWOOD, NJ
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