Chained and tied
Object of contempt
Slave and chattel.
You do not know
Your own strength, but
Nor do they.
Wipe the tears away
Wipe the pain away
The day is new.
Break free the chains
Let them fall from
Your human wrists
And run wild through
The black stone streets
With hands full of fire.
Copyright B Purkayastha 2015
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