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slave
How deafening are the clashing chains
Around my shackled bones
A slave I am of bitter reigns
In piercing bashing tones
Shall I no more relinquish this
In honest-fearing life
Righteousness of thus bitter bliss
In chambers of respite
Then take the lung and breathe no more
And pry away my heart
Take my kidneys one by one
And tear my soul apart
Remove my shackles, saw them through
Free my legs and arms
A slave I am, for years I rued
My conscience feeds my harms
Organs gone and what am I?
Living rain and dust
A human soul, a raptured life
Refuse, rain, and rust. . .
