MODERN SLAVERY

 When the slaves got their freedom
 They left the plantations
 The masters asked others to come
 To build their nations

 Today modern slavery is still vain
 The masters are the same
 They don 't use the whip and chain
 But left many so lame

 The banks are the slave-masters
 They have the best slaves
 They are the "no choice workers"
 Treating them as knaves

 They work them like dogs
 With the chief aim to produce for sure
 And as they pant like hogs
 With supervisors who always want more

 They earn their money
 By high interest rates
 To pay their big salary
 Of their loving mates

 Then after a year they gave them a party
 This is the Xmas for a year's work
 Few free drinks to camouflage their hypocrisy
 To let them forget their master was a jerk

 Industries are the worst slave-masters
 They are or may not live in the country
 Where they emotionally pillage the workers
  Professing the workers are always free
 
  Squeezing the last ounce from your bone
 And with smiles and frills
 Let you work your brothers 'til they moan
 As they forget your ills

 As you slave in the mines like a mite
 Toiling from dawn to dusk
 Extracting the minerals and bauxite
 Living on the coconut husk

 Worst of all slaves are in the coal mines
 whose generation gave their all
 Ending up with less than their fines
 Until they have their fall

 For they like their predecessors
 These masters can never prosper
 For the lives taken by the possessors
 And that went wantonly after

 The worst curse to a slave master
 Is when you can never ever win
 Is when the beloved wife or mother
 Curse you for killing their kin

 You would think that after all the history
 Today man would learn from their knavery
 He is still committing industrial adultery
 In the modern sweat-shops of this century

 Kid's and child labour are still rampant
 In New York with the big' labels
 By owners who won't and supervisors who can't
 As they collect under the tables

 Then all the dinero is sent abroad
 The government turn a blind eye
 Once the necessary taxes are paid
 As they tolerate this blatant lie.

~Norman Datt~

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