Whiping child (Richy)

The black kid sat in a blank space,
Chained on a big base,
Trembling as the wind hit his face,
All he knew was that he got the race,

The sun gazed and hit hard,
He felt so bad,
Nobody helped; so sad,
but he never became mad,

The rain fell but yet he held,
On his knees, he knelt,
He knew what was in his chest,
Was only the quest,

Up he stood,
Changed his mood,
Chains broke to soothe,
Free at last now he had to cook!

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