Slavery and Freedom
White skin, standing tall on a frame
of pride, attitude and bias.
Black and brown skin, head bent
but spine straight, eyes steady and pious.
One, a salve, the other a the master
holding up the status of the better race
words, harsh and with twist of tongue
insults thrown in the face.
Aches of ages gone by come to roost, until
the bell tolls and lets the bent heads
Look up, smile at Benevolence
and the heart murmurs, “free at last!” ©