A price for disgrace was paid out in vain

On a dark day of rage, when an innocent man

Was hung, bound, and chained on a sinner’s tree

That his captor might own his dignity

Respect ran from stripes that could not heal

Torn from the flesh that had lost its appeal

Yet mortal – of blood and bone – still a man

Who dug up the soil and tended the land

To care for his master, his own, some return

Then ignorance lit a fire that would burn

A great sea of rage when upon memory

Of how lives were taken so senselessly

Was this life given so one could be free

As a barter for freedom paid randomly?

No, I think it much too great a cost

That a single drop of blood be lost

Was he not sent by the Great I Am

To live out his life as any man?

Some say that freedom is never free

Who holds the keys to one’s liberty

And what rights have they to judge a man

With a nod of their head or a wave of their hand?

I cannot bear such a great disgrace

This land of freedom has deemed to place

Upon innocent souls who’ve died in vain

To pay for what – to bear our shame?

When indifference dies upon that old tree

Perhaps it will salvage our dignity

©Kay Salady

About Kay Salady

I write about the greatest force on earth that, I believe, lives on forever and surpasses all else. "All your poems read like I am watching an artist use words instead of colours full of feeling." ~Anon.

Posted on December 1, 2013, in poetry and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

  1. Thoughtworthy


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