An unknown writer
Wrote of truth and lies
Poetry was his passion
But lonely was his life
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Placed in a bottle
Capped and set to sea
His poem on a journey
It was to be set free
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For years the sealed poem
Endured the biggest waves
Until washing up ashore
On the island of the slaves
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This god forbidden place
People bought and sold
Survival was their only hope
As long as they obeyed
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The young fit and strong
Had to work night and day
Their masters giving little
Were ignorant to their pain
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The island ruled by a king
A king of many slaves
Never paying much attention
Only demands for what he craves
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He summoned his collector
A slave of royal deed
One of which was mussels
The kings favourite food
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