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Imagine you'd be at the bottom
   Imagine your hands would be tied
   Imagine your lungs would be burning 
   And that you'd be so terrified
 
   Lying there silent and hopeless
   Imagine how helpless you'd feel
   Trying to loose your bondages 
   Being at all those men's will
 
   Imagine that you would stare up
   And all you could see was the surface
   Above your head there would be a cup
   Some wires, some bags and some purpose

   I'm sure they would have all the rights
   To throw all those things in our home
   Leaving you in it for days and nights
   Polluting your body to bones

   Imagine how you'd feel in a prison
   That built by someone has been
   Imagine dying from someone's decision
   Of not throwing a bag into a bin
  

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