I tell you they are slaves,
You also are one of them,
When did that slavery begin,
When Adam ate the fruit then.
Your price has been paid,
You have been fred,
Yet you'll live like a slave,
Every now and then.
You'll hoard, more than needed
You'll hold more than you need,
You'll keep storing for others,
You'll never know it is greed.
You'll think, you are wise,
You'll think, you are great,
You'll think, you have plenty,
You need only as much as is in your plate.
Give us this day our daily bread,
No more of treasures do I need,
Father has to provide for the son,
What more do I need.
Reginald Ajay Jacob © 20/February
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