Monday, September 27, 2010

Fwd: [bloomingdale] That Slave is Still Singing

We bow to our master
that he ask us to do every dawn
we kneeled in fron of him
as he wants us to do everyday
we bore beating on us
that he likes to beat us everyday
for his cocunut field he our sweat
for his sexual appetites
we pour the tears of our daughters
never we did any sin
never did slay any head
although do we get a day
a day wih grimace
a day with a grin
a day with an heart touch smile
with glittering sun

Posted By AZAD TIRUR to bloomingdale at 9/25/2010 05:51:00 AM

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