This poetry moves around slaves, about how they feel when we order them..Hope you will like it!

The God sent us to the earth as a free soul,

But, 

The rich of the world made us their slave

Those who shout, have to write their will 

And those who remain, have to forget about their vein

I was thinking, how to get myself out from this jail?

Which they call a world,

Although i am weak but at least, i feel,

I believe that none is poor and none is richer except by their deeds.

This world is like a seed,

What you will grow,

You have to eat.

Your shout can heal anyone's wound and that isn't just easy.

I would rather prefer to kill myself, then to kill my dignity

I stand against them,

And,

I won and they lose,

The dignity won and their brutality lose,

I was feeling satisfy and richer than those fools,

Who prefer to stay silent and don't feel their woes.

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