Chained down on soil and dust,
Cried badly on the life of rust,
Begged all for a relief to be free,
He was just a sapling of a renowned tree.
Educated machine he was,
Smile was fake, tears were hidden,
Bruised all over by the social laws,
Alone he was, appearance was forbidden.
Ate garbage what he was served,
Followed all rules and kept silent,
Truly he was a body strongly nerved,
Withstand-ed storms harsh and violet.
Now he is in the grave of peace,
Calmly sleeping and enjoying life,
He is happy to leave the gaggle of geese,
Strongly held breath to thrive.
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