Slavery Ii

My soul rebuffs this show of selfless gain , Though my wages are higher than a few , I’m still encased in caves like an insane , As my reign as the head beclouds my view . Ploughing other people’s farm for so long , Oblivious of time is full of deceit , Which in reality makes me change my song , My boss wants me to remain on this seat , But I need to annul this present state , Though many goodies attached at this time , To remain stagnant is not a good fate , Started this long ago ,when in my prime . Alas! Now my muscles and bones are weak , Grey hairs emit from my skins with passion , Being in this cosmetic state makes me sick , As my mind detests and loves this fission .