Slave Chains
By Dylan O'Shea, 2nd year.
The constant clanging
And red rings imprinted into my wrists
The tugs on my lifeless arms
Worse than any man should feel
Then it was my turn
They struck me down
As the screams turned to silence
The ground turned to darkness
The quiet piano
And makeup enhancing my face
With no work for doing
I had the life of a royal
Then they brought the horses
And we mounted in joy
As the sun broke the horizon
We galloped away.
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