The land of the servitudes

With great pain and huge sorrow,
voices of the voiceless preaching agony of the heart,
Like the sound of the trumpet of the hell.
All souls of the same purposes converged,
The birds in the sky sings in support to the outcry
Even the then and now born;
The old with their waddy as the young firmly on their legs
all shouting for Individual's prerogative,
The cloud wailing through the eyeballs of the servitude
The slave keepers got Vexed by the clamoring of them that roars in anger,
But he was held up by his own anguish
As the subject gets stronger than the object,
The bestest was done to stop the rioting
but all to no avail.

They got uncontrollable, their got spirited,
As they sight the moon,about coming out to reign,
Been aware they have just that day;
to voice out all they need, it's a day to the Sabbath
A group of some forlorn wriggle more ahead,
With plans to get hold of one of the slave keepers,
But T’was just a failed attempt.
All servitudes knowing well their rioting stops just with the appearance of the shadow of the King.
they all holler higher and higher;
in fear for the coming of the king
after the reign of the moon


As the king is known for his coming on Sabbaths
like a thief in the Night.
where not a soul dares whisper against him,
for such soul will be a Shea butter under the sun.
He's a king who speaks not twice,
The king does causes thousands of hearts to fissure only with a talk.
His command like a furor that burns nerves,
Tinniest of his voice brings rage of fire,
He never speaks to a sieve neither is he dared.
He's a King yet He acknowledges the Highest.


However,to stop the holler from the servitudes,
the slaves keeper announces a cock and bull coming of the King,
With great fear,they took it hook,line and sinker
as all servitudes starts to shiver,
the air,the land seems ceasing,even their own voice seems against them.
The tyranny of the slave keepers slides in,
now left with fear and with a no option,
they lethargically move to their residents,
still filled with rage,anger and displeasure
all efforts was done into a travelling air,voices and cries were just into a sieve.
For their prerogative remains with the slave keepers,All to no avail.