Hello fellow human,
Your morning cup of coffee has stained the blood-streaked front page
of your newspaper. Commercialized human suffering written in black ink.
The articles laugh in your face.
Do you hear it in your mind as you read?
Fix your loose tie and make way to the office you unfortunate sheep.
It is not your fault that we all bleat.
Oh the cubicle!
It’s only one type of cell
In which the people cower ever day in denial:
The modern aphrodisiac.
Control is an illusion
Your subtle unease the confusion—
But who is to blame?
The idea of ‘the man’?
Is ‘he’ the cop-out reason for the people’s
unwillingness to fight in the name of ‘justice’?
(that only exists on a relative moral plane)
Please, understand this is no rebuke…
Just a simple question: is their such a thing as an armor of ‘truth’?
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