The Transient Value of SlavesA Poem by Nevilleeven today it does concern me so 🤍The Transient Value of Slaves It
does concern me greatly, to think what might become of thee when
your fingers eventually
callous and can no longer knead the course flour for your masters daily bread .. Yes,
it does worry me so to think what might become of thee when
your fingers freeze and
you can no longer twist, or weave quickly and so skilfully, the
fine silver thread, your
master desires, for his new blouson and breeches, or the white
cotton sheets you place
daily upon his four poster bed .. It fears me greatly and it fills
me with dread, to think what
shall happen to thee, when he tires of this pretty young slave girl like so many before .. © 2024 Neville |
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Added on September 18, 2024 Last Updated on September 18, 2024 AuthorNevilleGone West folks....., United KingdomAboutSometimes my imagination get's the better of me and then the pen takes over .. more..Writing
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