Let My People Go: A Poem from "The Chains"


Muse Creative Arts Ministry is in the thick of rehearsals for our first-ever show, “The Chains.” We’ve created a synthesis of poetry, drama, dance, and music that really blows the mind in terms of just how much unseen bondage there is in the typical human experience.

I’m so proud of what we’ve made together. I wanted to give you guys a preview of all of our hard work. 

This particular piece is by yours truly, and it will be concluding “The Chains” on the nights of November 28th and 29th.

Let My People Go

My people are in chains.

They grovel in prisons that look like homes

Dungeons that look like farms and plantations


And jail cells that look like souls.


Everywhere I turn, I see the ice-cold links dripping from their limbs.

I hear the solemn, rhythmic clang of metal against floors and flesh


The frantic shouts of child soldiers forced into the fray of battle

The midnight sobs of women caged to provide pleasure for a price


The muffled heaving of bulimics behind closed bathroom doors


The breaking backs of boys who will never escape their country’s caste system


The cursings of widowed fathers who swear they will never love again


The silence of wives loyally suffering at the hands of their husbands’ rage


The strangled wails of depression

The stifled screams of hatred

The grinding grip of a crippling grudge


The judgmental stares from you who have never known anything but freedom


I follow the chain gang to work


To school


To church


Slaves, one and all


Enslaved by others like them

Enslaved by darkness itself


Or enslaved by themselves, blind to their self-imposed oppression


But the chains are always the same.


The chains . . .


They dig into our wrists and ankles


Into our hearts and minds


I . . . I am in chains.


I watch my people suffer as I waste away on my own

Alone in the company of a million more captives.


I reach out to ease their suffering

And fall back on my own weight

Snapped to a stop by chains around my neck


My arms


My legs


My spirit


My people are in chains.


If You won’t show me how, I beg You


Show Yourself to me, and let my people go.

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