Non-Erotic PoetrySlaveI walk in arow among others,
carrying a burden on my back.
My hands and feet are locked in chains,
and locked to the others too.
One link for poverty,
one link for debts,
one for unemployment,
one for standing outside.
One for lack of information,
one for broken promises,
and one for the politicians,
who’re screwing us around!
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