At night I often try to sleep.
Close my eyes without a peep.
But my master drives me long and hard.
Down into that barren yard.
To scratch and peck all day long.
Nobody to hear my song.
Eking out my little words.
All I do is spit out verse.
I often tried to support.
But now I feel it's time to talk.
Of wrongs and unjust actions.
Between the dusk and dawn.
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