Kunta’s Flight for Freedom

A night of cold anger sparkled with hate caressed the woods of dark unremorse

Far into darkened sadness the night invited all of freedom seeking to dance with feet of quicken

Guile and slippery thoughts giggled hysterically inside his mind to run run run until his heart smiled

Freedom Freedom song its sweet thrilling blessing to come come come come Kunta and all repressed oppressed

Mesmerized by the ghostly allure of the North Star he followed as it called his name deep in state of murmur

I come I come he replied with running strides of long consuming space as it flew by speed

Harsh was the speed as it cajoled him with giddy laughter fly Kunta fly for the hounds bay loud with vicious epithets and foaming saliva smiled

Sweat dripping from his head torso glistened as the threat choked his heart and thundered evade evade as he came close to swamp land swamp land

Ears perked upward for acute was his mind and soul to the cringing clinking noise that became hideously loud until his mind swimmed with panic to run faster faster as his hand clenched his joujou bag

Superhuman strength became his as he prayed and leaped past a sleeping crocodile whose yellow eyes watched with alarming quickening interest and teeth of ominous length glistened hunger

Listening to the splashing thunder of its movements Kunta continued forward swerving twisting zigzagging until he reached the end and the trail ended abrupt

Bending over heart churning inside Kunta breathe deep life giving air as he fell to his knees with thanks hearing the retreat of his hunters and screams of the hounds and silence silence silence for he was free and slave no more

By

Felicia McCaw