These Chains Upon My Feet
By Dylan Stanaway, Primary.
These feet of a poor old man,
All hooked up by a chain.
And if I dare and ran,
By a Viking I would be slain.
They raided the village early,
I’d escape I thought.
I was running away, nearly.
But by one of them I was caught.
And now I will be sold,
At the local sale.
For this system is all for gold.
I will spend my life as a slave,
eating only bread and kale.
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