Dora's Lament

In the dead of night, Dora's fate

Was sealed, captured, and enslaved, a life to await

No argument, no plea, just torment and pain

A slave, an African, in a modern world's chains

Silenced, like her ancestors before

In the presence of her master, she's a peasant once more

Perhaps a mistress, locked away

In a room where walls confine her sorrow, her dreams astray

Rats, her only friends, in this desolate space

Dear Dora, a captive of nature's beauty and grace

At the window, she stares, lost in thought

Counting stars, and crescent moons, her heart, forever caught

She yearns to be free, like the bees in the air

To soar with purpose, without a single care

Perhaps, in the sky, she'll find her refuge and peace

And leave the chains of slavery, forever released.