9/23/11
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| Image courtesy of Blacksoulfl |
Fear had long ago left his eyes
His golden face withered beneath the sun
His hands worked until they bled
His body weary and his mind tired
His feet lay bare as his shoulders treasured the weight of his chains
Soft spoken were the seldom words from his lips
Day after day he worked their fields
His strength bowed before them
They claimed him property
And painted him with their whips
He was a strong man
Subjected by the color of his skin
They owned his days
Tortured his nights
And though his body was weary and his mind was tired
His soul was always free
