Souls For Sale
. for public domain
Coin currency can free a soul
from painful chains, unwanted woe,
but a purchased softer shackle,
is nonetheless still tackle.
The soul who does not own itself,
just a trinket on a shelf
for other hands to work and play,
what it wills, it has no say.
A muted soul is a life of ease,
solely for what others please.
Freedom's price too high a cost,
for the soul for sale, and lost.
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