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
?