Chains in back legs
connected to the front legs
Threatened by the harsh comments
Anytime expected blows with stick
This scorching heat
The bituminous tarred surfaced road
I cried silently and cursed my birth
The only happy thing I enjoy
An opportunity to thrown soil on my on
And the occasional bath in an open pond
Or the presents of people by eatables
The good bananas, or cucumber
That remembers my childhood care
The past memory somewhere I keeps
My mother's cares, the swimming trials
My native home being wild forests
Enough to eat, drink, and play
The freedom of joy that I feel great
But past is past I am a captive
Not an escape from this life at all
I have tears, I have feelings,
I walks along and loyal to comments
My life I curse myself,
The time of captivity that I am fooled.
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It is nice to enjoy happy thing. Wonderful drafting...10