1850 (eighteen-fifty)

Look in my eyes,
Can you see fear?
I'm trying to get away from the owner that is near.
Chains on my feet,
I refuse to stay;
Bounced house to house,
They tell me I must obey.
I have no freedom.
I have no rights.
I see them escape in the night.
We want to be free,
This is what I fear.
Don't knock on this door-
Freedom no longer lives here.

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