Slavery
Chained in shackles
In tattered clothes
No one to hear their anguish
Beaten and crying out in pain
Walk becomes slower each day
Tired, wishing for death itself
Thirst, hunger become their companion
Only the toughest one make it out alive
Who will save them from this imprisonment?
One day they hope, they will regain their freedom
°Omokehinde°
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