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We are the slaves

I thought slavery was over,

not only for the blacks but for everybody,

apparently it doesn’t matter what race you are,

you’ll always be a slave,

a slave to you mother, your father,

you’re a slave inside yourself.

I thought slavery was illegal,

why are we all slaves of the law,

we’re slaves of the government,

slaves of medicine, working until you’re dead,

We’re all slaves always working until you’re nothing

You never will be anything say everyone,

not in reality but in between the lines,

they don’t want you to see,

you do anyways,

don’t read them because they’ll discourage you,

don’t say anything because you’re head will end up empty

full of the nothingness that is brainwashing

only taught the good

only showed the best

only feel the worst

because we’re slaves

dying in nothing but our hopes to escape

from this horrible little thing that we call life

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Jun 21, 2013
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