Is life so sweet or peace so dear
To be purchased at the price of
chains and slavery?
Our freedom for a little bread we
sell
And drudge under some foolish
master’s ken
Who rates us as if we peer with
the pen.
At eve should be the time, they
said
“To close their dreams in
despair”
At that pleasant day
Our work was over
Our toil was done
At the set of the sun
We await our wages
But, the wages of death they did
lay at our feet
More strong were it’s stench I
could not bear
Someday,I’ll live above this
In liberty or in death!
In my dreams
A platter of gold laid at my feet
The glory of sun set above my
head
And my garden filled with flowers
I bask in such a life incredibly
sustainable.
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