Slave
About the boasts we tame a few,
Boasting corrupts us like devastation.
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My owners boast for my slavery to be redressed,
Boosting this commands freedom, joy and hope.
We are slaves, they are masters,
Fixing this assertion, blowing a drama,
Finding some drama is like some illustration.
The boasting of liberty is mine now,
My slavery adjusted the peace.
poem by Naveed Akram
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