By; Dibosa P.C. Marcel
I till Land's I do not own
Sow crops I will not reap
I am slave to my equals
I am slave to my hatred
Slave to my desire to live
Slave to my desire to love
There is a story on my back
A story for Everytime I resisted
A story told by a whip
I only dream when my eyes are open
Because when I sleep all I can do is cry
II
Drunken thoughts
Drunken dreams
Drunken walks in a drunken sleep
Drunken steps, drunken dance
Drunken words, a drunken song
Drunken heart make drunken deeds
Wine and vodka none too sweet
Drunken swim in a drunken sea
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