Another poem by me
THE AIR OF FREEDOM
At a time when we were bound with chains
And made to pass through pains;
our flesh became a host for insects,
and our energy,the enermies assets.
We wore rags round our loins,
and laboured enlessly without getting silver coins.
Our feet became hard as tough leather,
our hair soft as the eagles feathers.
We drank eachothers pee as water,
and ate little bread using d mud as our butter.
We lived in a cage that stunk like poo
oh oh,we cried with our rage full.
our hearts were broken,
and fighting strength all stollen.
We still had intuitive hope for freedom,
tho with no plan nor an iota of wisdom.
we took to prayers,oh lord end our sorrows
we had little faith,atleast with blood in our marrows.
At long last,God heard our bitter wail
and stormed our enermies like a giant sea whale.
It all happened like magic,
though tragic,for our enermies.
we were let loose as we ran like a herd of stamppeding elephants.
Then i stood for a while and heaved,
muttering songs of thanksgiving for this freedom we've achieved!