Slave Trade:

Infamously blasphemous,
I've been crushed under God's
Foot for far too long.

Needlessly creedless,
I'm sick and tired of the cat
Holding onto my tongue.

Who can blame me?
It's one thing when my attacker makes himself known,
But what am I to do with a storybook character?

Who can hate me?
It's one thing when the book tells you to turn the other cheek,
But following through is too hard for you isn't it?

And while I have support in my creed,
I have twice as many enemies.
So sad, too bad, but hell, that's life.

When have slave owners ever fought fairly?