I WAS NOT GUILTY

POEM : I WAS NOT GUILTY

That I was guilty, the paper said
That I was guilty, a monster sailed
With sculfs, robes, and chains, I was surrounded
Chained with my sons, all in night dressed.

On my land, I was enslaved
I grew cash and food, but not consumed
Whips over my body, was salary I deserved
My cry was his smile, a baboon, I was named.

I was ignorant, of micro and macro light
Under bondage thought, was my best wealth
My best wealth, resided to my blood of wealth
Pharaoh of ancient, got his successor.

My blood, my cry, my torments
Raise a platform, for future pursuit of happiness
Although I am in a tomb, betterment gonna surpass
I will forget lost hope, victory gonna be my eternity song.