Black Dream

by Sive Klaas   Mar 30, 2020

O' why the fuss my people?
why you give it a life of toil?
when your days are doomed.
The drudgery trudge cuts through
in man's wine and oil
and cease the brain, the day to its native land.
O' why do you have to be this scared?
Life is light for such men.


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