A World Not Tasted

The rose shall have no scent for you little one

The ocean spray will not greet your face at days end

Your naked toes will not know the touch of green grass

A rogue storm will not catch you
its thunderous voice will never call your name

Luna and Sol will not dance for you
with their celestial children you will not play

Entranced your eyes will never be by the silent lazy drifting of a winters snow

The melodious call of bird song will never captivate the ears of thy heart

To grow old in love and wisdom shall not be a book you belong in

The warmth of a maiden will not find you
nor the embrace of a knight surround you

Tears you will not shed
not of sorrow
not of joy

The symphonic humming of humanity will never play for you


You, Speechless One, are but a slave
property to the will of the womb

You share in the plight of the enslaved african of yesteryear
no voice
no rights
no dreams

When will come YOUR emancipation?
Who will speak for a great sorrow with
no voice
and
no tongue


No matter the journey from whence you arrived
no matter how
dark
wicked
depraved

You bear the image of something GREAT
He calls Himself "I Am".

But darkness has fallen upon those that paint you black
wash you out

Ending you is now necessity
infant crimson must now flow

To appease the will of hardened hearts
hardened minds
hardened souls

Such dreams they have
of days with joy
burdened not by girl or boy



What dreams have you nameless one?
Nothing yet?
Nothing still?
Dreams like ours you never will







By Trenton Burns