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 turns a blind eye

Once the necessary taxes are paid

As they tolerate this blatant lie.

~Norman Datt~

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