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

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