House of slaves: A poem

The house of slaves
Beckons you to behave
You will die, try misbehave
Ladies in white
Dancing without rhyme
The boys with knives
Tried to escape crime

They close your eyes
So you only see the lies
Their wands will swing
So you are no longer wise

They are witches without heart
They will feast on your heart
They tell you aren’t smart
And will take away your art

They will surely teach
So you no longer preach
They want you to stay
So they can make you their tray

They will want you to cry
So they can take away your smile
They are waiting to see you back
So they can laugh like a sack

-Jan @jahnavigouri

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