Zareb drags a stick along the shore,
Pursuing crabs and fish
A little boy so blithe and free
Doing as he wished.
Along the scope and drawing near
A ship comes to and fro
He runs along to warn the tribe
And let his parents know.
Men clutch their spears and prepare for war
The ghosts are near the shore
They’ve come to steal our liberty
Under the guise they’re here to explore.
Inside the jungle are other tribes
They trade slaves for cloth and gold
To be taken to a foreign land
Greased up and bought and sold.
Zareb hid deeply in the bush
He saw his parents caught
They were shackled to a heavy chain
A rusted iron wrought.
He couldn’t let his parents leave
Without their only son
He charged the ship and screamed for them
But was ceased and beat, then shunned.
He charged again but was slammed to the ground
His breath knocked from his guts
Zereb gazed up, with so much rage
Filled sand within his clutch.
He cast the sand upon the eyes
Of the wicked, white skinned man
Ran up the plank to mom and dad
And grabbed his mother’s hand.
The captain waved to let him on
And said, “He’ll be sold at cost.”
Zareb wrapped himself among the chains
In fear that he’d be tossed.
The captain stopped and scratched his head
He just couldn’t understand
Why a child would risk his life
To be enslaved like mom and dad.
His heart was struck by a jolting bolt
That shot from air to sea,
This little boy saved all enslaved
For the captain had set them free.
Don’t ignore the calls from God
He sometimes works through man.
Zareb the little enslaved boy
Was a tool of dear God’s hand.
By, Michael A. Wiggs
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