A bursting forth of chains from frozen ground
Rapidly they wind from ankles up to wrists
Until each piece of flesh is tightly wound
All he can do is fruitlessly resist
A long silence followed by a soft voice
A child's sincere whispering in his ear
Confinement is an interesting choice
When usually we prefer freedom here.
Indignantly he shouts - THIS IS NOT MY FAULT!
A lonely tear cascades down the child's cheek
Wasn't it control and riches that you sought,
Building fortress walls by exploiting the meek?
Link by link you forged your heavy chain,
Expecting others to burden your pain
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