These rifles and torches enflaming the night
Send hunters alike in their needless brutality.
Rewards are pursued for the carcass of me.
Not ever was hailed in these prejudice cities,
I try to escape their assailable light.
I can feel the weight of their spite;
It bears down on my tender knees.
The screams and cries of my brethren's plea
Encourage my ankles to run through these leaves.
My bare feet escaping, with all of their might.
Can't stop! Not once for a single breath.
Keep pace! Pass pain and opposing trees.
They're close, those men of besetting light!
The body is bored with this mud-laced path,
But agony leads me to freedom only.
My finishing line has come into sight.
Pennsylvania becomes heaven away from the wrath.
Realization through tears as I fall to my knees-
I am not the same person that escaped through the night.
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