Living In Slavery

Living in slavery is Like living in hell That’s not a tease In 2015, the bell Should’ve had a different sound Capable of turning around Everything under the sun Everything under the moon. Living in prison especially If one’s innocent as an angel Is like living in a man-made hell Like a true martyr, like a baby Amid violations and anger Humiliation and hunger Like a forgotten dog in the desert Boneless, boneless, and dry like dirt. Slavery is still around That does not sound Good, it is like being in prison In a box, in a coffin With no companion. Living in slavery Is like living in hell In a system of sleazy Lies and corrupt devils My People do not fear hell Because society unfairly Buried them in that tunnel Abandoned them on a non-stopped fairy Where the destination is unknown Without food, drink, and an iphone. Copyright © December 5,2015 Logerie Hébert, All Rights Reserved Hebert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.