An odd label given
to a land
of slaves.
We are chained
to our schedules.
We are shackled
to our phones.
Whipped constantly
by the media,
and punished
by our fads.
We buy our way
into prisons
of power
of greed
of pleasure.
We embrace our freedom
in our ability
to have our choice
of so many
masters.
Land of the lock and key,
and the home of the slave.
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1 comment:
It's certainly something to think about from time to time. Good job!
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