enslavement
enslaved to the dollar,to the green stuff,
to the stuff
that makes our lives go round,
makes our lives full of hell,
piece of shit in the bank -
we trade our time
to make a living
on a concept, on an idea,
on nothing
our enslavement
keeps us from life,
keeps us from what is real,
keeps us from joy
(but freedom is always found
deep within the mind)
8/4/12
Poetry by Thomas Perdue
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Written on 2012-11-01 at 17:19
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