"I once lived in the inner ring of the city,
I was told life should be full of pleasure,
That the slaves deserve no pity,
And what I deserve is treasure, leisure
But now I live on the edge,
And I know it was all a lie,
Slaves are treated and tossed like garbage,
Their sweat unhonoured even when they die.
I can't help thinking wouldn't it be divine,
For all those people of their kind,
All those who have barely dined,
To have a life like mine?"
So wonders aloud a middle class man
Who faces a sadder tomorrow
Then a slave of the desert below
Utters weakly with resigned sorrow
"I've seen cruelty to no end
Done to my family and friends
Our masters think they are the best
To us there's no such thing as rest
And we don't get proper graves
Because we are merely slaves."
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AN: This was my first serious poem. It was written when I was in Year 4 for a competition. I dedicated this to Mrs Leng(a GIS English Teacher) because she organised the competition, so this poem wouldn't have been written had it not been for her.
Inspiration for this poem: The fictional city 'Bah Sing Se' from Avatar: The Last Airbender.
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