A life of service;
my youth heavy laden;
A life between huts;
daily answering to my mistress' call.
Silos abound;
made strong by my hands;
Corn fields lay vast;
my nights ever in demise.
A slave i stand;
in a land afar;
My culture in the ground;
my owners never glad.
I work through the ages;
the moon never seem to waken;
My thoughts ever in the dust;
my master, my only lord.
Is life not free? ;
is nature ever in grief? ;
Do the Stars weep? ;
Does the Earth sleep?
Questions in rage;
my womanhood ever shamed.
My mistress departs today;
the night turned to day;
A strange culture i behold;
demanding my soul to strange holes.
A slave i stand;
my hands ever tied;
A saying i never have;
my garments shame my pride.
My mistress departs today;
her breath taken away;
A culture's strange demands;
my soul ever in the ground.
Caskets built;
standing a tall refuge;
Caskets not for one;
my life be bound to her doors.
My mistress departs today;
my life will tread her way.
My breath taken away;
my death, a culture's say.
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