Slave Poem by Bob Axell
Slave
Choke
Disrebel
Betame
Down
You do
What I say
I wear
The crown
You follow
My orders
Everyday
You live
I take
What you get
I take
You give
Quite
Unpower
Resent
Retreat
Bow
And pray
And kiss
My feat
If you
Behave
I'll make you
A slave
If not
You're grave
Is standing
Right there
You won't
Be saved
I don't hear
Complaints
You better
Get used
To this life
You hate.
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