I laugh at you Mr. Jailer.
Know you not, you are the true prisoner in this trailer.
Though your whip speaks against my skin in a tongue of torture,
Still, I am the one that mocks you in the real picture.
I am not a slave; you are the slave.
Your inhuman treatment of me is like a chain upon your soul.
You are a prisoner to your hatred, but you don't know.
So, you drown and drown again in damnation.
Dragging your invisible chains around in condemnation.
You glare at me and order me around.
But you are in the same space just as I am.
I am better off than you are.
I am free yes free. My spirit soars free like a falcon,
Unfettered like a fired-up dragon.
So, I am not a slave; you are the slave.
You may not know this.
You may never know what it truly means to be free.
A free spirit, a mind full of love and kindness is the real house of freedom.
So, my dear Jailer, you are the real sorry story of slavery.
So, you see, I am not a slave; you are the slave!
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