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Aboard the Amistad Monday to Friday, Bound by shackles and fetters at the Office
I feel like am in a circle it keeps spinining
but there’s no end. I feel like a spider who
is tied up in its own web. I use to love coming
to this place, that feeling has been gone almost
two years now I come by force and get what
needs to be done. My eyes are forever on the
clock wanting to know when its lunch time
and time to get out of this place, that is now
filled of venom, friends spying on friends,
secrets they no longer keep everyone is about
self seeking a higher position.
I feel like a jew in holocaust just awaiting my
death in this concentration camp, my mind
has become so bitter and filled with posion.
I wish it could be the same again but everything
has changed. I trust no one because every skin
teeth here certainly aint a laugh.
Just one man has shatter this whole
place there’s mostly ruins that remains. Friendship
is being buried everyday the coldness, stress, depression
and bitterness is felt within every foot step. The silence
of this once cheerful place now echoes through the halls
only wails of sorrows and sadness did we buy our final
fate by putting them in power to govern? We have been
thrown into a dungeon with political shackles on our hands,
bound by fetters of paper work that never materialize into
When I go home at evenings, some peace of mind comes but then
again before I wink its morning and back to slavery
again. I am aboard the amistad by 8:00 a.m. not a minute
late or punishment can be your daily bread. The whips from
the master across our backs, news carriers flock Hitler's
office only filling their ears with gossip.
Is it Friday yet my brain keep yelling , hurry up and come soon.
I just need to get the hell out of this crazy place. Then Friday comes
and Sundays are here way too soon. Massa is going to punish us
again he’ll verbally and mentally abuse us in every way he can.
We try to give Hitler what he wants but nothing is good enough,
seems like he desire our blood our sweat is just not sufficient.
He is the devil incarnated in a man. Our ethics, values and morals
he wants us to compromise. There's no one to turn to everyone
or most of them seems to be the same. I feel like am all alone
standing in the middle of a crowd yelling and no one is hearing.
I wish I can love my enemies as myself but my good mind they have turned it.
I've become very callous i find they are prospering too long
in there wickedness . How long LORD shall the wicked
prosper? oh LORD lift up thy scepter........ !!!
Written by : Joanna Chandler