Sunday, 23 February 2014

Mistaken slave?

Born free, an equal man
Welcome like one  by all,
Enslaved  by circumstances
Existing of late like a ball,
Kicked around by all that play
Thrown out at end of day;
Sick or sad, or left for dead,
I'm a slave, I have no say.
..........................................
I am the slave you saw before,
Now why the change, sudden, of heart?
Things changed, you can't ignore,
Despite your demented mind's dirt?






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