Joseph 
Growing up just one of the other boys,
With sticks for swords and other childish toys. Never knowing my destiny is chosen, my path is set, Reveling in the fact I am my father’s pet. The special treatment makes my brothers mad,
But this warm coat of mine raises my spirits, makes me glad.
Watching the sheep of my father’s house as they eat and graze, Lying in the foothills, dreamed away the days. Never seeing the hate around me, the anger and the rage, Jealousy and envy soon to become a cage.
From behind they seize me. Beat me. Oh the pain!
What possesses my kin? Have they gone insane? I cry and wonder why in this darkest pit, Slavers coming to do with me as they see fit. From the favours of my home now I am being sold, They haggle over prices. How much I’m worth in gold. Property of a rich man, his house told to keep, How I long for the foothills and my father’s sheep.
This place they call the land of God and kings, Working hard, do my best for the favour that it brings. Not my own man but a roof over my head, Fearful now as the mistress watches me in my bed. Accused of crime I do not even know, Things they say I did, evidence they did not show. Again in a deep dark hole and alone, My God, Don’t you hear me cry and groan. Then from the night a frightened shout and scream, A man awoken from a dark and sinister dream. Frustrated by it’s meaning, the secrets that it holds, Destiny revealing. The pathways that it molds. I hear the words he’s speaking, the meaning oh so clear. And answer him with boldness to take away his fear. Reading out his future as one might read a book, Never knowing the man I am addressing is the Pharaoh’s cook.
Pandemonium. Shouting. The pharaoh’s wise men have been jailed, They could not interpret his dreams. They tried, they failed.
Who will tell the king what he needs and wants to hear, Not the astrologers and magicians who come from far and near. I settled down to sleep. For me things remain the same,
But now I hear them call, shouting out my name. From chains to garments of silk and finest spun, As I tell the pharaoh the meaning of his dream.. My journey has just begun.
D.J. Quinn | 
