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Forest Sun

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Forest Sun

Laid out to pasture the company doesn’t want us

We got our severance pay then thanked them

Like they thanked us the day they made us sign

We belonged to them then we were slaves

Made to work in the forest cutting down trees

Or in lead mines manually extracting the ore

Many died for it was lethal work out in the sticks

The dead were replaced by new forced workers

One in one out from the endless supply of bodies

As bodies many left unless they had longevity

Being able to endure and do that shit for decades

Till they were purloined off with severance pay

The end of a hard unique journey taken by them

How many made it to the end point do they know?

There were more dead than alive in the death factory

Of course they knew it was all documented

They lived and died by numbers for it was a system

Made by humans turning them all into slaves

In dusty files in archives their names will be recorded

The moment they became numbers in the system

Just as I was taken off our family farm by soldiers

Only a little older than myself and put into service

I never saw my parents or sister ever again

Some were made into soldiers other workers

Who decided this somebody who was near and far

I was forced to mine lead but I wasn’t so strong

They put me in the forests cutting down trees

I was there most of my time with them working

It was just like the farm and I secretly loved it

I even met my forest wife and we had three kids

They were schooled into the system by them

And eventually became wood cutters too

So my lot wasn’t too bad for me was it?

I was secretly paid off when I was too old to cut

I still lived in my small wooden hut within their land

They owned all the forest and steppes all of it

I didn’t want to escape for this was my home

Even if it was my prison all this time

I had no bars or barbed wire or faced guns or dogs

Thousands of miles of nothing surrounded us

If a man escaped where would he go the Moon?

I was the lucky one and gave my wife my final pay

Then I finally sat down to watch the trees and sun

 

Lizard Snail 124k

By Nick Armbrister

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