Slaves To Life
We had no choice to be born
How, when and where to come
But freedom is my right
I’m forced to be strong and lively
My weakness is termed lazy
Personal liberty is my right, right?
We are living but we fear death
For the living it’s an unpaid debt
Who can’t choose when to live or die
The slave master of the living is life
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