I felt the cut, the drop, the pain,
The last round of your chain.
Falling onto the ground,
Without making a sound;
I felt so weak, so out of power,
So stuck under your thumb,
My mouth filled with sour,
Of your forgotten crumb.
I prayed to open my eyes,
One more time to see the sky,
To see the sun again, shine,
Over your knees bent,
Under my command,
Without making a sound,
Without so much of a frown,
Under your long-lost crown
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