The Kind Of Slave We Are? Poem by Adedolapo Olisa

So much liberty given to the slave as to look the master and as his slave
One straight finger, why become a rebelling robot
Face ahead in humility and not turn around to backstab
Why take the knife for bread to inflict pain again on master?
every step in darkness, I can imagine the pain
Almost like a coach that knows how to win but requires that his boys adhere to him
but not even comaprable is that as it just is so minute
take a minute to picture a beautiful daughter
making a decision to step into turmoil through a pit
when you have laid a strip as a bridge
Moments after another, I wonder
how stupid is the slave
when sacked, who will be blamed?
how incompassionate is the slave
as he hangs on the promise- Believe
'stupid and incompassionate'
I think but am I not the slave?