Son, Thou Art Loosed!

These chains

They neither cling nor clang

No, these chains -

A time ago vehement in solidarity

Of protest with me -

Now mock me in eerie repose

These chains 

They have been suborned 

Sellouts they are become

Slippery palms greased

By the hands of those

Who would see me ground to dust

These chains

Once shared my uproar

For justice

For equity

For regard

And for peace

These chains 

Once echoed

The thunderous war-cry

Of my ancestors of eras past

Against the blighted, shifty faces

Of the man who would have me

Remain under heel 

Whip in hand

Cracking darkling back to shatter

These chains

Once my comrades in the melee 

Against the man

Now complicit in my systemic

Descent into unbroken bondage

These chains 

Erstwhile companions 

On my journey to jubilee -

Or so I'd thought -

Are become orcs

Goading me, pelting me 

In the tower of the man

Break these chains!

I must

They've lost pathos

For the plight of the enslaved

Break these chains 

To break the man!

I will

They no longer

Cling nor clang.