Chains of poverty tangled around my waist. Beaten down by disgrace. gratifying memories of the promised land. A silver cup, never silver spoon. And the yoke of inequality. Peace a fabrication of my mind's eye Fear realities child. I’m a born again catastrophe Barefoot and beaten. Starved and thirsty for redemption. Cursed by my fellow man. I am the devil’s child. No justice for the laborer No justice for the land No justice for the ignorant No justice for the man Could it be I am imaginative? Or could it be I am a modern day slave.