The Slaves Life
Buzz ring bell call
these days are invirable
like the unbearable whip against my back
the threshold of death
opening up to me
should I cry?
Should I call the watch?
tell tem jut cant takeit anymore
to just soot me down
NO!
these days are coming to an end
the war is almost over
struggle just a little more
and i might make it
plese ell me lord i will
I wn to find the brken fmily
the hearts content
Buzz ring bell call
This poem is about:
My country
Our world