A Slave

Please sir don’t sell me to that man I beg you sir, I’ll behave as I can I heard that he whips his slaves with lashes And burn them with cigarettes and….. Make them eat their ashes Please sir please I beg your kind heart Please sir, please let us leave this mart I beseech you sir not to sell me to that ogre My dear lord! He’s starting to look at me and ogle! Please sir don’t be deceived by his money and pomp Because he keeps girls whether in his bed or tomb! Please sir, keep me and I’ll be your obedient slave Please sir don’t send straight to hell and grave I heard that he makes his slaves work till they fall And when one does, he tortures him till goes out his soul But if some of them survived on and got old He shoots them! Indeed sir! That’s what I’ve been told (After yoking them and exploiting their toil and plod He drinks sweet wine, and they taste their own blood) Then he throws their bodies into the river He’s the devil himself, I heard like such doings never Please sir, keep me as your possession And save me from his cruelty and aggression Please sir don’t be affected by his amount of gold And whatever happens please don’t say to him: Sold!