It was the last bag of cotton that she had to pick.
It was the last time she had to suck that asshole's dick.
She got her husband back, could heal the stripes on her back, could start all over again, could define where and when.

It was the last night she dreamed of freedom hopelessly.
And the first day she freed her hopes from dreams lately.
One nation's chapter shut, but million others did not.

Slavery still exists.
Its modern form persists.
As we could notice repeatedly
man uses improvements sparingly.
And slavery still exists.
Its modern form persists.

Although I do consider that story's end above
as a major step forward tarried long enough.
A small foundation of long progression.
There's still me and you and a lot of work to do.

Like kings and beggars we're living in reign and exploitation,
obesity and hunger and with suppressed compassion.

Slavery still exists.
It's modern form persists.
As we could notice repeatedly
man uses improvements sparingly.
And slavery still exists.
It's modern form persists.