The slave story

 I was walking in in the barren desert, as a slave for rich merchants.
The merchant rode on golden camels and some on indigo horses.
While I and the other slaves walked on out bare feet.
The calmly rich merchant would laugh on his seat.
Chains bound us to our masters and the earth.
Never would we know how much our worth
I begged for water, but my masters ignored me
.As I soon became tired that day and became wiry,
I collapsed while the others passed by and dragged me.
A slave was told to fetch water for a master’s youngling
And as he went. He came and saw me, but keep on his task.
Handed our master the water he, he did not ask
did not order him freely.
And then, never asked, said he’d be back.
As the master threated to be him for his slack
He slave returned to me. And feed me like I was his own child.
Never had I thought how someone could not be so vile.
It show me the truth of the western wild.
I prayed to my spirits back into the clouds.
The clouds saw favor in me blocked the sun from my eyes,
And then I remembered how merciful I am my pride
God showed mercy as they looked to me and spoke
That everything has certain meaning and no one’s life is a mere joke.

“Imela!”