I hear the echo, sharp and clear,
The auctioneer draws bidders near.
“One... two...” — my heartbeat skips a beat,
My dreams laid bare beneath their feet.
The years I toiled, the nights I lost,
Now measured out, now coldly tossed.
My labor sold in shouting calls,
Reduced to debt on auction walls.
I left my job, I chased the sun,
Believed in freedom,...
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