The Wish

There is no time to waste on you
You’re just a wretched peasant
An ungrateful serf to loath:
Your impertinence deserves
Fifty lashes from my whip.

Take him away and lock him up
In the darkest cell and if he dares
Let him break out alone to freedom:
If that’s what he wants he’ll not love
Long enough to share it with any one.

This piece of land he calls his own
Is mine to do with as I please
Sell it: loan it or give it away :
Even his worthless life is mine
To sell: loan to do it away!

Ha! ha! ha! Freedom he says:
The poor wretch wants freedom —

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