Tormented encaged sparrow, mourn
O'er the loses of one's soul.
Its graces, lost;
And, compassion's gone.
Now, the songs it sings, in melanch'ly adorn.
Darkness' enfolded, an oblivion,
Emancipation's a hoax in dominion,
Parched from filling the master's pocket,
Hurt
Unremunerated
Exhausted
Exhausted
So exhausted
of working for his golden bucket.
O'er the joys and tidings abound,
O'er the grandeur enjoyed around,
Encaged sparrow, in one corner, lurks
Seeking refuge from the master's torments
and besmirch.
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