What the picture says

There are more ways to enslave man;
Put him to work with no reward
Put him to work with no resolve.
When there’s nowhere to run to
Fear becomes more of a necessity
Push me down, I’ll stand back up
Push me to the wall,
And one of us is leaving with blood stains.
Take everything from a man,
Not his voice, not his choice
A man who has no choice
Is far beneath cripples and lames
Harvest is the balm for blisters
Take labor from a man
But leave not without his reward.

Victor Oyedele