Slaves Poem by Tinashe Mupedzapasi

Slaves

The mind;
A bright, dazzling horizon stretching to eternity
A deep, fathomless abyss of terrors
Breeding a vast range of desires dark and bright
To them, we are bound; by them driven.
Slaves, a whole lot of us;
Embracing bondage with hope and smiles.
Slaves the whole lot of us till we die.

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