Red red lines across your back
Deepen with every stroke of whip.
Yet you lay out from that sack
Brick after brick without a tip.
Hark, you tired worker,
As you these roads pave.
Anyone can be Master,
If someone will be slave.
Rebellion is a dangerous phrase
But you, you need not fear.
Your oppressor will have to race
Away, it's his time to tear.
So hark, oh dim worker,
As you these roads pave,
No one can be Master,
If no one will be slave.
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