Slave

"... and sell us all the poisoned crap...
we shove into our face."


The Powers push the buttons, and we say that we’re all free,
products of a system that lets us be-all-we-can-be,
we think that dear Miss Liberty walks with us through our days,
though the evidence rings like a bell...
we’re nothing but their slaves.

The chains may be invisible - the shackles envy-green,
they do their best to keep us blind to all we've known and seen,
distract the truth with scandal sheets and i-things for our times,
we live out this illusion...
they commit these horrid crimes.

We rely upon our government to save when crisis nears,
to cover when disaster strikes - we surrender to our fears,
rely upon police and law to protect from danger’s end,
despite the second bill-o-right...
demands we self-defend.

We rely upon the public schools to raise and teach our kids,
we cannot take the time ourselves - for we have lives to live,
rely upon the grocery stores to fill our cups and plates
and sell us all the poisoned crap...
we shove into our face.

We wake with public utilities, on which we all rely,
our comfort, sanitation - we’re sure they will provide,
rely on global bankers to define our sense of worth,
while gold and silver gets ignored...
to death from date of birth.

We rely upon technology to stave off boredom’s grip,
and trust the Docs to keep us well with greed and IV drip,
and don’t forget the pharma-rot they peddle and prescribe,
keeps us numb and assures them that...
we won’t step out of line.

We rely on those philosophers, the gurus, and the shrinks,
to tell us how to think and feel - self-value slowly sinks,
and if all that were not enough, we have to clear the shelves,
and rely on chosen deities...
to save us from ourselves

You may have noted the frequency, with which I used ‘rely’
we dare not seek an answer, for there’s too much in the ‘why,’
I’ll remind you that if we continue, to pander to this cult,
'rely' is not the path to ‘slave’...
it is the end result.

Original Copyright © 2007 Stone Bryson. All Rights Reserved.
Written July 2007
About Stone...
Known in many (albeit small) online circles over the past 15 years, Stone Bryson is a poet, storyteller, and essayist. He is working on various writing projects, and lives what he describes as an 'analog life.' He resides in Jackson County, Missouri.

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