footprints in the earth.....
The death of a Slave
An event just occurred
A slave fell down to the ground
perhaps once more the slave will arise
But not any more will any burden beat
this suffering back
So where has the servant gone
To a reward for years of toil
For patient years of perseverance
Palms calloused and strong with love
The slave had a share of existence
A place among the people
No bitterness or envy for purple blood
Dignified and decorated
we glimpse upon your forgotten form
Our hero,our trusted companion
the Footstool of the kingdom
where your conscience remains the only key
to the palace where we still dwell.
A slave fell down to the ground
perhaps once more the slave will arise
But not any more will any burden beat
this suffering back
So where has the servant gone
To a reward for years of toil
For patient years of perseverance
Palms calloused and strong with love
The slave had a share of existence
A place among the people
No bitterness or envy for purple blood
Dignified and decorated
we glimpse upon your forgotten form
Our hero,our trusted companion
the Footstool of the kingdom
where your conscience remains the only key
to the palace where we still dwell.
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The death of a Slave
The death of a Slave