Neville

The Freedom of Slaves

The Freedom of Slaves

 

There were times

I stood watching eagles

as they circled overhead

 

Each exploring and exploiting

the hot thermals

they always found there

 

As a child of maybe

eight or nine years old

I imagined those same eagles

 

Might one day wear out

that same patch of sky

It never happened though

 

They are still there

busy circling

Occasionally I still watch them

 

But now through different eyes

Surely that is the kind of freedom

slaves dream about

?