That when one slave points to his chains
Made of poverty and inescapable debt,
A better-off slave oft jumps up with a start
And denounces his fellow's pains,
Viewing his lamentations as a threat...
For why should he ever be forced to depart
From a system where he's made such gains?
No, he'll fight to keep his links without regret,
Those gold plated chains so dear to his heart,
Shimmer alone successfully constrains
And binds him without a resistant sweat.
Should they still shine when it's his time to depart,
The owner will take the gold from the chains,
And lower him into the earth with a rusted set.
No comments:
Post a Comment