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The owner readied for the sale My sale; Two choices: Stay, Or die The struggle for freedom
But what freedom is A life lived on the run?
We were washed like animals Jailed in out heritage Like the animals displayed in a circus
Suited up in our best rags We were brought out To have our lives sold
False hopes: Can I leave Let my tale be told?
A tale of misery and suffering
Auctioneer: Going once, twice, sold.
Freedom... no.
Life.... yes, But not a life Meant to be lived
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