Slave

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

Endless suffering
Never-ending pain
Eternal oppression

And what did they gain?

Cheap free labor
An easier life
Causing innocent victims
Worry, fear and strife

by Becky Bee

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