Slave Monologue

The sound of battle drums deafened the ears of men. The cloak of death stretched over the fields and the cries of men rang over the atmosphere. Fear entrenched itself into the hearts of all as blood ran through the field. Mad men led the troops into the trenches. Men, who had no souls, had no loved ones back home they were praying to return to. I shook fearing he next artillery strike would send me to another world where I would await my love with expected child. I would fall upon a land where men did not determine your future by the color of your skin. A world where my future was in the hands of a man who had no idea what it meant to be incarcerated all your life. There wasn’t much a slave could hope for. It was better for you to risk an escape …show more content…
I sought to aim, to hold my breath looking at the man I was to send to the depths of hell. Perhaps if I was lucky, I would meet him again for I was sure my blood soaked hands had condemned me to condemnation. My master told me, the reason you are a slave is because you do not possess the knowledge beyond that. These words that propelled me to read every book he gave me. I learned to read, to write and I would teach all this to my child. He will teach it to his son and daughters. Even in the bowels of hell, I picked every book form the men whose lives I claimed. Deep within those diaries, I found that most of us had the same story. This was a story of a black slave forced to fight in the war. We are all seekers of knowledge. It is our duty to look within this works of art to get an inspiration to do what we love. This story showed me that without knowledge we are nothing. It shows that there is an importance in the accumulation of knowledge with a purpose. I share a purpose with this anonymous slave, to teach what I know to others before me I seek to show the world my thoughts with my writings. To give them a glimpse into what it means to be a human with a