Night Run

by TrueLover   Jul 26, 2007


Crying and shaking...
she walks on through the night
Trying to keep quiet...
she's been stripped of all her rights.
She listens to the dogs howl,
as they get closer every day.
She begs and pleads with the good Lord...
please make them go away.
She worked her fingers to the bone...
for almost 30 years
She did the white man's bidding,
and she's lived out all her fears.
Her children were taken from her breast,
her husband whipped and torn
She hasn't seen them in so long...
she can only remember when they were born.
One hundred, two hundred, five hundred more miles...
how much longer can she fight, and struggle to survive?
She's dying to just give up,
but she wants a brand-new life;
She stumbles, falls, in the swamp...
but this time, she can't get up.
Now she's just a memory...
a tear in the corner of God's eye
She's just another soul forgotten...
one more victim of man's demise.

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