TO GOD- A slave's retort.
This is all I have become
And you my master had been cruel indeed
Whip lash upon another
On my babies feet
I still hear him cry, still see him bleed
You have hurt me enough
You have satisfied your lust and greed
Times have changed and I ask to be free
I ask to be free
Bygone remains my prayer
To worship thee
Bygone remains my prayer
To praise you indeed
You can take away my life
But my faith shall restore me
With every whip lash I shall only bleed
For this scarlet craving you will later plead
But time has come when I ask to be free
A disgust turns to satire, it grows within me
I laugh a laugher for years to surpass me as
One last time I shall cite the prayer imposed upon me
Kiss me oh master
Let me kiss your feet
In this broken day of love
You shall own me
You shall have me
You shall glorify my presence
By your magnificent seat.
For no more will you hear this words ring
As no more I shall lay crouched back
As you tear my angel’s wing!
No more ….
For I ask to be free
For I ask to be free.
