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Slave

They still exist;

Both literally and metaphorically.

Little girls *** trafficked,

Boys slave in sweat shops,

Buissnessman works a 60 hour week.

Everyone's got their own chains.

Some we put on freely,

Some are ****** upon us,

like maturity on an orphaned child

--Some are cut into our wrists.

With every lie,

With every curse,

With every slander,

Pain built up creates inside

these fine little links;

Alone they are weak, but together

UNBREAKABLE

27 million slaves in the world

But that's just an estimate.

When we look inwards

We see so. many. more.

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Written by
timothy-stout
Published
Dec 18, 2014
Lines·Words
21·94
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In the history of humanity, slavery has never been as big as it is now. Up to 27 million are inslaved today. But to help these many men, woman, and children, we must free ourselves from our masters. What is the master of your life?

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#freedom#life#god#slavery#greed#trafficking#chains#labor#master
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