Born a slave to the land,
will the lord lend a hand?
Born of a long line,
that knows how to kill.
He tells you you’re fine,
go and plow that there hill!
He just plays and he sings
and you think he has wings?
Can afford his own mirth,
by the right of his birth!
That’s just the way o’ things,
’cause we weren’t born Kings!
Us, slaves to this land,
who’ll give us a hand?
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I like your poem as a slave to the households of others. A payed slave tho…
*sigh*
Beautiful. Gonna re-blog this tomorrow.
Thnx, glad you liked it!
I did, very much, it is now posted too. I think you knew that tho, come to think of it.
Loved this…..
Thnx again!
Welcome!