Slave (Poem)
joseph1956Posted for Everyone to comment on, 4 years ago
in his gray and dark life.
The night and the gloomy streets
of the city they wrap it up
and hug when it works.
It's the product of circumstances,
needs and abandonment,
the missing link in society
that in his runaway career
murders dreams and hopes.
The mule of the unscrupulous being,
than as a circus magician,
dazzled her with his powers,
taking her to the miserable condition
to be only his slave.
Slave to the lusty drunkard,
of the sex sold as food,
of the degradation of the senses
and the cruelest of homicides,
the extermination of affections.
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