All English Sonnets
SLAVERY OF DEBT
Debts. are like an ugly octopus
And those who in their tentacles are caught,
Their animation is so ominous,
By degradation humiliation fraught,-
That thousand deaths they die everyday,
And under torturous mental burdens reel,
And within such constraints have to stay
That talents all become their Achilles’ heel.
In full command of senses and alive,
They lose the freedom but to exercise
An option to their movements and deprive
Their future of potential expertise,.
Their writing is innocuous, can’t do much
To loosen fortune’s wily, vicious clutch.