Slave Killers

fated to serve the master this life and the next black america should cry gratitude to the great god in this case in the darkest of Borneo as the crickets shrill you still see large carved wooden poles totem poles with devil faces looming over the trees darkened by a century of rain, slavery tears and as you delve look into the crevices carved from hundred year old tree shrill of the crickets croak of toads, amphibians pale in comparison to cry amplified in your ear a lord's death always accompanied by a slave emaciated, drenched away in the sweltering tropical heat in a chamber just below taking the greatest blow from master that but now was still as a log but yet powerful as lord slowly, and slowly he succumbed to a death befitting of slaves the worms from the upper chamber swarmed all over to claim him carry him away to serve the lord slowly he slipped away giving up on life and death taking whatever would come this life next life succumbing to what he thought is god's will