The Reason We Plead Poem by George Samuel

Tame!
The slave masters call the game '
Pull the strings;
And let out a stink '
Through years of agony'

So the next generation sing their symphony;
Save the world:
Crying for help of old '
The cold walls;
And cruel calls '

No mercy!
Weep, if tears can move mercy! !
Sleep not, unless we're heald.
We can't deny the reason we plead'
For orphans are call slave'
Yet, they have no graves;

In a cold bloody rain;
They're slain!