feeling enslaved
you wonder for days
counting numbers
in calendars, your word
is soon, sooner, and
soonest, a day shall come
and stand by you,
and asks for your hand
to lead you to freedom,
you dream of a clean house
by the hill
a woman servant that dusts
away some dirty furniture
someone that cooks the food
you want to eat
that prepares you your drink
to make you taste
what bliss is……
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