Lifetime a Slave

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Imagine you woke up a slave
Woke up with no name,
stripped up naked only covered in shame
Your dignity crawling away down the drain

Imagine you lived a slave
Hard labour till your bones decay
Whipped by the scorching sun,
vs your masters cane

Imagine you died a slave
Eaten by crows in your open grave
If master finds it amusing,
he might cascade you down the waves

If you not a slave
Than why do you resemble a slave
Not the one hanged for not looking pale,
but one mentally shackled
for believing everything master says

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