A Slave's Capture ( from the POV of the person capturing)
I was recruited for my strength,
My skill,
My knack for attack.
I was not as interested in the job,
As I was the pay.
Sometimes, a job just needs done.
At first the consequences of what I did
Sickened me,
Did they not have families, too?
The others jeered at me,
Called me a
‘Animal Sympathizer’
Eventually I stopped speaking out,
And instead imagined the people
As the others painted them.
I imagined the people I captured
Had hurt others,
Were not civilized.
I did what I did,
Because sometimes,
A job just needs done.
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