Those Who Suffer at the Hands of My Retched Kind

My heart beats for you;
stings when you feel pain.

I hate to watch you suffer.

There are so many to save,
help, make happy. I am only
a single soul but I want, no,
I will, dedicate myself to you;

forever a slave to your needs.

You have been a slave
to my kinds’ since—

It’s been too long, you
wouldn’t remember a day
where freedom was
flowing through your blood,
coming through your nostrils.

I can picture you there.

Never can those days be
restored, something you’ll see.
But, with people thinking
someday we can see you
happy, as you should be—

Roaming with a smile,
a heart set free.