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It's a blend of peotry, prose and articles.

With sack for clothes

And the hard floor as beds

We, the slaves have come to see life

Never as a bed of roses

We hear our names been called

We play the deaf ear

All to spite our master

We discuss them behind their backs

And wish for ways the table could turn



These masters of ours

They spite and chide us

Accuse us when things go all wrong

Our statement are taken as alibi

“They are all liars” The mistress adds



The new dawn came when a new slave was bought

A man who was once free

His shoulders were squared as he looked our masters in the face

He brought with him hope

A hope of freedom

A life we thought could only happen in God’s kingdom

A day we would be free

When our defenses would not be counted as Alibi




We gathered to hear him speak

When we were sure our masters were deep in their sleeps

Excitement seeped through our bones

As his many words delighted our hearts

And a liberation plan was hatched



One Morning, He was summoned

A traitor-slave told the masters of the several meetings

He was taken to the dungeons

By men and their heavy guns.



Food starved, beaten and battered

Finally given an open trial before all

To serve as a warning for other slaves

He said many words to deny the accusation

Most which was just alibi.



His case was decided

Beheading was the price to pay

As I stared him hard in the face

His emotions weren’t even stirred

And his shoulders still squared

The axe was raised quickly

And I looked down at his lifeless body lying at my feet.



Source: https://buzzingwords./2016/08/16/the-hope/


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