The Emancipator

He paces quietly,
His eyes alone aid his step.
For his thoughts wander elsewhere,
In his heart, sorrow crept.

He leads himself,
No ally in sight.
For large as mankind may be,
It is still oblivious to his plight.

His past, a curse,
The future seems dark.
But this cannot be worse,
Than slavery, or prejudice stark

Never was he free,
His birth assured his bondage.
Now he wants to run,
Away from his cursed cage.

He would build a world anew,
A world kind and humane.
For he knows true suffering,
And he has felt true pain.

But the man is determined
To break the iron chain.
He will light a path,
That none may suffer again.