Treasure Island

Colin Ian Jeffery

(20th May 1942 / Caterham)

SLAVERY


Taken in war or kidnapped
Shackled in irons and sold
They are humans in despair.

Sold as property to be servile
Classed sub-human
They live out a life of misery.

Treated as unruly dogs
Worked from dawn to dusk
Breeding more slaves.

In captivity they sing of freedom
Spirit never wavering
Knowing God will set them free.

Submitted: Monday, February 03, 2014
Edited: Monday, August 25, 2014

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  • Patricia Grantham (3/8/2014 8:44:00 AM)

    A beautiful poem elaborating on the cruelty of slavery yet on the other
    hand looking for a future to be free with God as the One who will loose
    the shackles. Very intense and powerful. Excellent. (Report) Reply

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