Servitude

I cannot say what I want,
My opinions aren't meant to be expressed,
I am merely a servant, without thoughts,
Forever subdued, repressed.

I may only speak,
When my Master commands,
I may only smile,
When fortune befalls those whose work I do

I may only cry,
When my Lord is distraught
He tells me what to feel,
I merely do as I'm bidden

My ideas, my thoughts,
Belong to another human being'
My mind and my heart
Is in another man's keeping

I was born in servitude, and I shall die in it
But my life isn't as difficult as it seems
No dreams of freedom can torment me
For I was never taught how to dream