Matt Ancient

(11 january 1985 / Africa)

A slave country


Slaves has limitations
In their thinking and actions
Their life is full of
Poverty and illiteracy
They don't have a reason of life
So they cherish vanity
They don't know their right
So do not know the cause to fight
They see nothing wrong
Even though they are into
Oppression and affliction
They see themselves inferior
And see others to be superior
So they don't have respect
For their own kind
They search all their life
And there is nothing to find
They rely on others for feed
For they can not satisfy their need
They work every hard
Without gaining nothing
For they think
They will die and go to heaven

Submitted: Saturday, December 15, 2012
Edited: Monday, May 06, 2013

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