A lone slave in the desert
Chains on both hands and legs
Cling! Clang! They weakly hit
The noise much of a bad reminder
A narrow escape he had
To a better place, though worse
To the scorching sun and the hot sand.
The vast land all dry
The fast legs now slow
Miles and miles deep in the desert
Lips cracked, mouth dry and face pale
All in need is water and shade to rest
But none seem anywhere closer
Hands and legs in chains now heavier.
Legs can’t walk any longer
A blur vision ahead
Hills and hills of sand
All effort in vain, no hope!
No water to moisture the lips
No food to fill the empty stomach
No shade to rest the tired body.
Another slave on the other side of the dune
The same desert they are
The chains are off! Broken by stones
Lips wet and stomach full
Water dugg beneath the oasis
With tubers he filled his stomach
With difference in mind, a life is saved.