Bop

Bop
by Rachelle David
A Passover Poem

We are trapped in a sea of torture

Well, some of us think that we are not trapped

They think that being slaves is a privilege for them,

Ignoring the life that we once led.

I do not listen to their nonsense

I alone am waiting for our savior to come

We were free once

We did what we liked, and worked hard willingly

Now our effort is forced; our hearts are elsewhere

Fear of the future has still not subsided

Living in terror of the dominant snake-like men with their eerie snake-like whips

I will endure the pain though some cannot handle the red slaps on their backs

The truth will always shadow over us

No one will ever come to save us and we will suffer forever

We must band together

United, we might escape from this hell.

A new leader has risen from among us,

Relief swells within me and hope spreads through us all,

He claims to have communications with a being of unimaginable power

This being is our only chance for survival…