A Slave's Prayer

A SLAVE’S PRAYER

I was stole from Eden, an innocent soul,
crossed seas and centuries, chained up and cold;
My mother was raped and beaten to death,
my daddy was sold, and my sister is kept.
How they praise God and brag dat they free,
and sing songs about freedom, 'din look upon me?

I was chained to 'dis land, 'dis "Land of the free;"
by people with a God, who sho must can't see.
But a change is a comin', Tho I won't no mo be,
but when it get here, Dear Lord,
just let my soul see.

Eric L. Wattree