Enslaved within a world of privilege.
Born into a caste of rawhide bone reconstruction.
Forced to dance for others enjoyment.
Persuaded to serve as not to feel the aching belly of a starving cell.
Languages spoken by the host, which to me seem only foreign.
Tempted by lust withheld for my master exposed.
Chaotic fantasies of a family within the ranks.
By serving you I found my freedom.
I know that who has given me pain can relieve
In his love and mercy I ask for and I do believe
I am unable to return what all kindness I perceive
Whatever I aspire for more than that I receive
I have to bear ,I have to take this is part of faith
My Master is like a burning candle I am moth
On path of love I can take hatred and the wrath
Master is the one who never leaves on footpath
Let me pray to Him and extend my gratitude
My knowledge leads to my sight and certitude
He covers fully the moment I opt for solitude
Please do not ask me the real taste of servitude
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
has become like
fishing line & fishing hooks
tangled around my ribs.
I have become something dismembered,
an arm here,
a leg there,
hands at the ready
I long for the purity of silence
that begs for no audience
to hear it,
for it already exists
I disappear into
the church next door, my dominion
pine, maple, and birch,
Here, the pulpits sway,
Canine o' Hades! How you
Epitomize me so! Often
Regarded as a monster, you
Beget so much infamy.
Erroneously guilty of so much--
Rather, you merely stand guard;
Underneath oath and loyalty.
Sleep easy, myfriend in servitude and solidarity.