You own my life from cradle to grave
I'm nothing more than a cash cow slave
You make me work until I drop
You torment and bully you never stop
You make the rules for me to obey
You punish me severely when I stray
You take my time my mind my money
You dictate and humiliate you think it's funny
I'm always swimming against the tide
With no chance of winning all hope is denied
It's not only me everyone is the same
Playing the age-old manipulated game
Your relentless force so brutal and savage
You feel no remorse for the people you damage
There is no shame in anything you do
You crush anyone who challengers you
But you don't bother me because I have a plan
Is this the face of a desperate man
I'll never conform I'm right on the brink
I'm far more intelligent than you think
Have you ever heard of a man called Bashar
He has all the answers he's a guiding star
He's from another dimension that you can't see
A loving intention setting everyone free
To release all the pain is a wonderful thing
Feel the love and compassion as you dance and sing
No more hatred or fear nothing more to acquire
Only life itself full of passion and desire
I will march on the parade with my fellow man
Your pathetic masquerade has gone as far as it can
When I see your face full of anger and hate
I will leap for joy as I close the gate
You once owned my life from cradle to grave
Never again will I be your cash cow slave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem