Running To Freedom

Running. Ducking. Hearing. Hiding.
On the open road they're passing.
Crawling low like worm or insect
Our road, our world as much as theirs

Running. Ducking. Hearing. Hiding.
Hounds sniffing and snarling above us
Hunted down like fox or deer
Our beasts, our world as much as theirs

Running. Ducking. Hearing. Hiding.
Knock on door and knife and gun
Bolting to corner like fawn or rabbit
Our tools, our world as much as theirs

Running. Ducking. Hearing. Hiding.
Sunrise lights the eyes of searchers
Scattering to shadow like insect, beetle
Our day, our world as much as theirs

Running. Ducking. Hearing. Hiding.
Longer the journey, detours, turnings
Freedom calling sure as birdsong
Our right our road our tool our day
Freedom calls us on all of the way
To claim our share of this world

Written as an exercise in English class, after reading a book about black slaves escaping to Canada from the US.
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