Now can we see

 

Now Can We See

 

Now can we see

to how high a degree

we are slaves – and accept it!

 

Sound asleep,

hypnotised and obeying,

all docile – and not get it!

 

Cells they built,

all around each other,

enemies, brothers,

kept away from the father…

 

Father kept at safe distance,

as they so nicely call it,

our times insane fashion,

of pandemic, demonic.

 

Tell me, now, how,

in the Name of Creator,

we all, fools, run,

foolish for toilet paper?

 

Chattel are we,

dumbed down all, brother,

driven to pasture,

fat enough for the slaughter.

 

To which degree,

now indeed, we can see it,

that we are slaves,

we are slaves – and agree it!

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