Their Price To Pay Poem by Natasha Andeyi

Bounded within, he cannot breathe.
Unfathomable is his pain, invisible are the chains.
The freedom he yearns, but knows not the kind.
Incognizant he is of his sentence in time.

Until the sigh of relief, until he truly breathes.
Promised was this land, hard work was its earn.
His best he gave, never swayed with the wave.
And now with him is his ticket from being a slave.

In the land of milk and honey, and with him there's money.
Embracing different characters, for the theatrical stage is his.
But on this stage, his presence is short lived.
Too many were his characters, and too sweet was the honey.

If only this freedom was his gift from birth.
The temptation to be surprised could not be in his path.
But for their selfish gain, in advance they blessed him with the chains.
And his soul not resting in paradise, is their eternal price to pay.