The Chain Gang's Strain Poem

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On dusty roads, with shackled feet,
They toil beneath the scorching heat,
A chain gang, bound in iron's hold,
Their hearts weighed down, their spirits bold.
Their days are filled with sweat and pain,
Each step a burden, heavy chain,
They break the rocks, they build the road,
Their bodies ache, their spirits bowed.
But in their eyes, a flicker gleams,
A fire burning, fueled by dreams,
Of freedom's taste, of skies so blue,
Of loved ones' arms, of lives anew.
They bear the weight, they share the load,
Together in that harsh abode,
They find solace, they find strength,
In camaraderie's precious length.
For though they're chained, they're not alone,
Their souls still free, their spirits flown,
With hope as bright as morning's light,
They march ahead, towards the right.
And though their bodies may be confined,
Their hearts and minds, no chains can bind,
For in their souls, a fire burns,
A yearning that forever yearns.
So, let us remember the chain gang's plight,
Their struggles and their endless fight,
For freedom's call, so pure and true,
Can break the chains and make us new.