A slave i was born... <br />To run and run and run till there was no more master's to run <br />from those days wasted on the plantation, sweating while making <br />to toil. <br />Picking the cotton in bar'ed feet set upon the June'd bug soil. <br />My master had beat me with a leathered whip of nails... <br />I only had dreams of being a free man, on a far off way'ed boat, <br />while not looking back, to enjoy the breeze run through my hair. <br />Only to relax and set off free to an island, i'd well do sail. <br />Worry spreads from the top of my head-transformed to sweat, <br />running down to my back. <br />No more toting bags or bundles of cotton... <br />Nothing, no more life so rotten. <br />I am free at last... <br />Thank God almighty-free to leave this ugly, intolerable past.<br /><br />Michael Gale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/slavenly-freed-from-uglied-past/
