18/06/2023
In shackles bound, a slave boy's heart aflame,
His spirit yearning for freedom's sacred name.
Amidst the chains, his dreams take flight and soar,
A beacon of hope, a revolutionary lore.
In sweat-soaked nights, he bears the weight of pain,
His body weakened, yet his dreams remain.
He weaves a tapestry of visions grand and vast,
A world where shackles break, and freedom's flag is cast.
His mind becomes a battleground, fierce and wild,
As he fights the demons of doubt, self-denial.
He harnesses the pain, transforms it to might,
A warrior's spirit ready to ignite.
Through sacrifice and struggle, his voice shall ring,
A revolution born, the world shall sing.
For the slave boy, transformed to a beacon of light,
His dream of change, an unstoppable might.
So let us remember his pain and strife,
The slave boy's dreams, his extraordinary life.
For in his vision, we find the strength to rise,
To create a world where freedom never dies.
-Jhay
Illustrative image: Life of Jhay
