Solomon

I am a black bounty hunter, yes I am indeed

My master and I hunt fugitive slaves, while we ride on steeds

Sadly, I am a slave, so shouldn’t I be ashamed?

Me as a tool to find fugitive slaves is what my master claims

Me hunting my own kind, shouldn’t I feel any regret?

Whenever my master is upset, he would often give me a threat

When we found where the fugitive slaves stayed

We would always find them even more far away

Eventually, I shot and betray my master

I don’t care about the consequences, even if it leads me into a disaster

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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