APRIL IS NATIONAL POETRY MONTH!
Today, I shine the spotlight on a poem written by John L entitled "Slave's Soliloquy."
They Say these stars do shine more bright
Than those of the Northern zone,
And these skies do glow with a warmer light
Than Freedom's land doth own.
They tell me that where the bondman flee
My brothers starve and die;
But oh! I would go where my kith are free,
And with them in their cold graves lie.
No greater boon than this I crave,
For this my spirit yearns;
The spirit of freedom, though but a slave,
Within my bosom burns.
And in this hut so dark and drear,
Gazing out upon the sky.
I swear for freedom's shore I steer;
And free myself or die.
No more the white man's whip shall scar
This body bruised and sore;
I'll steer my bark by the bright north star,
and sail for freedom's shore.