I wish I was that little bird, <br />Up in the bright blue sky, <br />That sings and flies just where he will, <br />And no one asks him why. <br />I wish I was that little brook, <br />That runs so swift along, <br />Through pretty flowers and shining stones, <br />Singing a merry song. <br />I wish I was that butterfly, <br />Without a thought or care, <br />Sporting my pretty, brilliant wings, <br />Like a flower in the air. <br />I wish I was that wild, wild deer, <br />I saw the other day, <br />Who swifter than an arrow flew, <br />Through the forest far away. <br />I wish I was that little cloud, <br />By the gentle south wind driven, <br />Floating along so free and bright, <br />Far, far up into heaven. <br />I'd rather be a cunning fox, <br />And hide me in a cave; <br />I'd rather be a savage wolf, <br />Than what I am-a slave. <br />My mother calls me her good boy, <br />My father calls me brave; <br />What wicked action have I done, <br />That I should be a slave? <br />I saw my little sister sold, <br />So will they do to me; <br />My heavenly Father, let me die, <br />For then I shall be free.<br /><br />Anonymous Americas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-slave-boy-s-wish/
