The Slave
The slave puts on his chains
They coil onto hisl limbs, snakelike
His master sits and watches
Holds one up for him, for the others
Side by side they are in bondage
Slowly repeating the adage
"I'll be happy, I'll be free."
"One more hour, one more day
Then i'll be free."
The master sits and laughs
He could let go if he wanted to.
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