Not all smiles are genuine
for do slaves have reason to smile?
Have they freedom in heart?
They make merry for sun to sink
and the pleasure to enjoy life
though it ain't worthy to live.
Love of fellow slaves exhilarate them
for with passion they entangle together
make heat at cold wall
and reside to give a hand me help.
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