The boy in the corner cried
the sadness eminating from him
his father had lied
all the lights were dim
Taken to a place of hate
each day spent in darkness
beaten with a metal plate
no love or any kindness
The boy he suffers in pain
laboring to his masters
in fear of being slain
at him they point their blasters
The boy he thinks there will come a day
his masters will set him free
he will have not a word to say
for his freedom gives him such glee
A day spent fooling in the sun
rolling in the sweet grass
a first day of fun
no more broken glass
Unfortunate for the boy
that imaginary day will never come
he will never see one single toy
forever in the slum
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Comments
It really looks like you forced the rhymes into it.
But I guess if you wrote it in class you were under time-pressure. Considering that it is pretty good.
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One of these days our earth is going to crash into the sun and we are going to burn alive and then what's left will grow and new life will be born and the human race will no longer exist.
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