Shaking, vomiting, weeping, crying
Trapped, lonely, slowly dying
Tens, hundreds, thousands, millions
Under one rule, dead by the billions
Cramped, confined and claustrophobic
Stained in blood, sweat and in sick
Not, never nearly enough room
Not to be freed until facing their doom
And what did they gain?
Cheap free labor
An easier life
Causing innocent victims
Worry, fear and strife
I enjoyed reading 'Slave' and hope you continue the good work. I'm a 'Rhymer' myself, and appreciated your well worked piece.
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