These Chains Upon My Feet

By Dylan Stanaway, Primary.

These feet of a poor old man, 

All hooked up by a chain. 

And if I dare and ran, 

By a Viking I would be slain.   

They raided the village early, 

I’d escape I thought. 

I was running away, nearly. 

But by one of them I was caught.   

And now I will be sold, 

At the local sale. 

For this system is all for gold. 

I will spend my life as a slave, 

eating only bread and kale.

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