Away from our masters
Resentful-resigned
Through prodding duties, assigned
In acknowledging
Lured, with greater morale
On days such as these.
Life-bent, in bowing down
With a slave's burdens
When holding whose view, lightens
In skied levities
Of free-blown souls, glad-rayed
All world-borne unease.
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