A twisted poem about being a slave to life, each other, and ourselves. |
-We Are Slaves- by Keaton Foster Each of us the same Monuments of shame Carbon copies of such Ridiculous atrocities God above is through Left to our own defenses We, me, and you are screwed Doomed immediately after Each beat of our callous hearts We are unable to stand true We huddle together Alone in packs of many We care nothing For the being to the left Or the immediate right Forward we stare Only seeing what is beyond Out there in our own Shit filled universe The here and now Is out of our peripheral vision Ignorance we scream Out of sight out of mind We so desperately believe We are slaves Always doing what we must Eternally doing what we can Forgiveness not shared Anger is not spared Unto one and another A mountain of hate Has been painstakingly placed In a parlor of games we play Do this as we do that Take this as we steal that What is yours Will certainly become others What belongs to others Is yet to be defined Possession and consumption Are one and the same Life, a process of time God may come down From his kingdom above He might wipe the slate Obliterate his mistake Are all of us ready? Dare we all scream? Not! We Are Slaves Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2012. |