Where I was they donkeyed me
When I wanted to have the sweat
Of my labour;
They merely covered me
With the umbrella that was tattered
And let sun and rain in
I was sun beaten and rain soaked
While in a shelter.
At last I was guarded by bars of iron
I thought I was going to die
Until I voted with my legs
And saw the sun again
When the furnace in my will
Melted the bars and I am free again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem