English Literature

Ive always dreamed of fertile land that can bring good food and better living for us, a place where we can settle, a place that we can call ours, a home, not just a temporary shelter until the worst of weathers come about.  You know Ive always wanted the best for you and our parents, you know I will sacrifice everything just to be sure you are safe, you are fed and you are well.

But I am alone now.  A fool believing that in some way, this foreign land can be my home.  The brute force from which I was taken was better than the life I live in now.  I can vaguely remember how the animals we have there were treated, all I know is they are made to work and carry on a lot of responsibilities so we can survive.  I remember that only because that life was much better than mine.
I dont even know if you exist.  Im too tired to think now actually, I cant remember much.  I dont even know if this language will make sense to you, if you can understand.  I do know one thing I envy you for you are free.  You are privileged to remain as ignorant as you are now.  You live in fear to be like me, you should be.  There is nothing to look forward to in this kind of life but death.

At first, there was that desire to continue living, to fight for my life and believe that this bondage is part of a test that shall make me stronger.  After all, I was not alone in this prison.  There were others like me, others who will understand.  I believed that the gods allowed this to happen for a purpose.  But I have come to understand.  There is no such thing as  others like me.   Because even if we are slaves, they are not my kin.  They are no one.  Nobody cares.  There are no gods.  There is nothing in this life but my master and his desires.

I shall not hope.  There is no hope.
Whoever you are, what name you have been given, your country gives you away.  You will become like me.  I dont care.  I dont even know you.