Where are you taking me,the child asked his parents..
His parents smiled..
To a fair..
He smiled happily getting ready..
Yes he saw a fair..
But not a happy fair,the fair where they sold,children like him,like her..
He watched as his parents sold him,as greed danced in their eyes..
So our debt is considered paid right,he thought to himself..
The ten months in her wombs,few stitches there,the ten years with him,the tens of years with them..
It's paid right,he asked,the one who bought him..
And the woman nodded..
The little boy smiled..
Remember,from this moment I am your slave..
Write each account well.
The air I breathe,the grain I eat,the water I drink..
Write it well okay,he requested..
And the lady nodded..
The boy walked,with his collar,which read,slave..
And smiled..
The statues of Gods broke,wherever he was worshipped..
With every whip that landed on his back..
