in the mist, sing a song (1800's American Slave Trade)

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He is my owner
And not my leader
He is in charge
And he has power
The power to hurt
And the power to take
But the power to heal
Lays unused and fake
The power to like
And to forgive
Are powers my leader
Not my boss, truly lives
For my leader he knows me
He leads me
He loves me
And though he bends to the will of our boss
He leads us along
He makes us all strong
In the mist, sing a song
Of our strength carry on
And though owner may be mean
And though work may be hard
I know my Leader will lead
And my Leader will guard
For my Leader he knows me
He leads me
He loves me
In the mist, sing a song
Of our strength carry on


Inspired by the slave trades in the 1800's, and the many cotton-slaves who dared to follow another master; a leader, not an owner

Comments

  1. Allis MacOctober 12, 2017 at 10:05 PM

    This is beautiful! Beautiful work and keep writing your amazing poetry ;)

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