The sun pursues my agony,
Chained beside the cocoa tree,
If I could fly
I'd chase that eye,
To see how high it rests.

Beneath their glaring steel,
My masters laugh in shallow breaths.
Sans distress,
They grow weak,
Always weary,
Their children cannot stop losing blood.

I imagine what it's like on the other side.
Their taunts supply my mind with amazing dreams.
Ambitions grand and humble ripen.
One chain is all that keeps the world from me.

My life rockets!
A howling promise!
I am glad of my work.
It is this certainty I cannot stand.