THE OLD SLAVE

When you hold me,

When you scold me,

And you mould me,

I am numb.

When I cry hard

Like some retard,

Just tears to discard

I am numb.

When you hit me,

When you pit me,

When you fit me

In your can;

And you beat me

Always treat me

As if I am

A piece of ham,

I am numb.

Custom-made to serve you well,

Never paid to serve you well,

Hardly fed to serve you well,

I am numb.