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Rated: E · Poetry · Contest Entry · #2184083
People enslaved in darkness
Shadow slaves work into the night,
They toil away without any fight.
Born as slaves with no birthright,
Destined to die in that same dim light.

Shadow Masters oversee their plight,
As slaves work and bleed in the pale moonlight.
Tethered to their master’s hand,
Trained to till and work the land.

Born in darkness, raised in caves,
The shadow children await their day.
To replace this generation as it dies,
Working the soil under the pale moonlight.

Continuing the cycle, tethered to their Masters,
No hope of freedom except in death.
They scrape and they toil to their last breath,
Destined to die in that same dim light.

Destined to die with no birthright.

16 lines, free style with some rhyme
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