Thoughts on the JOB…

They came to us

To take us to their employ

Intrigued by their mystery

I went to see whats the play

The walls the put up

Were walls of fire

Either to be burned in a gulp

Or be a survivor

Survived the first test

There was no looking back

I had to continue my quest

Unless thrown off the track

And then the fire died

To be burned somewhere away

While here patience was tried

To see who will go and who were to stay

The herald called up my name

Friends called for a ‘party’

For I too had won the game

Now, celebration for a bond in slavery??