When a man is sold below the price
Left at the mercy of "hain-bolt conspiracy"
Amidst the "calm"threats of the slave master's voice
Engulfed utterly in such an utter despondency

When will I partake in the bird's free aura
To abscond the ominous and uncranny humiliation
Preferable indeed,the heat across the sahara
Than the belligerent manace of relegation


A red-hot iron on my combustable skin did imprint without gaze
A fallicious mark of identity
My debilitated eyes stole a repugnant glance at his face
A man with senile countenance zigzagged with imperious creativity

I wished day never come with its stringent rod
To rest from an unending work
And from the nefariousness of an insatiable Lord
Who used us till we are corpses

Auspiciously,I anticipate the "d"day at the eleventh hour
When from the shackles of an infra-dig life i am emancipated
Like a bird exricated,I will fly high,parading i power
Sharing God's gift;the once sporadic freedom now rejuventated

we shall all the Lord of justice face
Slave and master on a just trial
It is no peccadillo to confiscate a natural grace
Of freedom bequeathed by God to humanity without denial

My faith is only on thjis serious matter
That one day,in all hearts,Justice be won
It is a faith that will never fail rather
Then the dreams of a tattooed man.