why should I be my master's stooge?
I have maybe few days to live,
but I to myself would never forgive -
If we do not this devil's ship sink,
as we stand on lawlessness brink.
Sometimes, when my eyes close -
I relive the slaves' painful woes.
I would sacrifice what is mine -
never before whites I would resign.
Even if untimely I go to my grave,
I would stop the loot and save.
The only thing my vengeance aspire -
is to burn our master in the bonfire.
On planks cut from dense green wood -
for nights we went hungry without food.
Prasenjit©2022
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