The Fight for Freedom

I prayed and prayed
For sweet freedom
But how come.
If my skin is dark as night
My only hope is Moses, whose heart is light?
The sun has set gracefully
Today, Lady Moses has come
I am one of the ones
Who's living the mutinous, miserable, moments
My entire life as a slave
Our mouths arid, stomachs empty for night
Out legs weak, hiking for miles
Freezing, fearful, fugitives
Trekking, tired trying to breathe;
Slavery now shall brand no more
Strange, stressed and sullen
Now freedom is in our hands.

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