In some countries around the world, there are people that exist in bondage, at the mercy of tyrants whose agenda is to enrich themselves at the expense of those they control.
In certain countries of bondage
where sadly life seems cheap,
Where freedom is never the rage,
where shadows of misery creep,
Tyrants rule firmly entrenched
in bastions none penetrates,
Where pain and hunger persists
and suffering never abates;
Where a starving child never grows,
restricted, damned and confined
Where submission shackles freedom
narrows and blunts the mind;
Where dreams can never come true
and nightmares dominate,
Where everything stands unchanged,
except the tyrant’s estate;
Where predators stalk the weak
man-monsters fulfilling their needs,
Inhumanity being at its peak
and self-preservation its creed;
But ah, in cruelty’s fields
When the harvester finishes reaping,
Who knows what justice might yield
When laughter replaces weeping.
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