WordSpill: You’re A Slave by Anirudh Gopal

Lying in this dungeon through the ages
Alone you remain unheard
Thinking of sunshine in a dark cell
You wish you’d fly off like a bird
But these vultures who feast their thirst with your blood
Those who run the nations as if they were gods
Their so called laws don’t apply to you
Learn to live like this because
From the womb to the grave
you’re a slave you’re a slave
Blind you by their puppet media
They make you live in a hysteria
What’s for breakfast lunch dinner its oil
While you toil in the sun, burn n toil
You’re a slave you don’t have any laws
Learn to live like this because
From the womb to the grave
You’re a slave you’re a slave

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Read our other winning entries, Nimmy Chacko’s Foe and Shruti Rao’s Haruka’s Forest



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