Became a slave, <br />to the cruel master. <br />and begot the frank visit, <br />to the evil pastor, <br />pasture in my case, <br />was in my life blocked, <br />that so result. <br />in my snow door being locked, <br /> <br />as a dog that serve food, <br />in their tables with a tale, <br />and honors the prosperity, <br />on basis of a scale, <br />tearing tears of a just born, <br />and greatly defeated from a tribe, <br />of a wet throne, <br /> <br />the elite of being the ruler, <br />being swaved away, <br />by the blowing wind, <br />that clear the innocent way, <br />lost were the proud attempts, <br />and life notified dead by, <br />the desperate alerts, <br />yet would have won the battle, <br />but when weakness strikes, <br />terms and temptation are perished with just a psych, <br /> <br />too much clever madness lead to saddness, <br />and the march to harness was infringed the progress, <br />in that even a congress failed to conquer the cumbersome stigma, <br />but habbits of being bullied went on to become a steamer, <br />the unforgotten slave, <br />very mistaken.<br /><br />Anele TheAfrikanSon kaMthethungqongqo Potelwa<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fallen-slave/
