Unchained Melody

My time won’t come. My time can’t see
A better world, a world more kind.
The day my people will be free.

My days are shattered, stinging me.
Master’s whip, I’m much maligned.
My time won’t come. My time can’t see

A place with love and harmony,
A world that’s simply colour blind,
The day my people will be free.

No chafing chains, agreed decree,
No white man’s boot or trader’s mind.
My time won’t come. My time can’t see

The day I have my liberty,
A chequered earth, black white combined,
The day my people will be free.

Shackles are my destiny.
I’ll die in irons, left behind.
My time won’t come. My time can’t see
The day my people will be free.

I can see Slaves chopping sugar cane in rhythm to your poem Darren. Well done

Thanks, Val.
I'm not always that keen on what I write but I liked this one.