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Heirarchy
Contributed by
Suz
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Saturday, 23rd October 2004 @ 09:31:54 AM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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How does it feel to be a drone's personal drone,
running errands in the cold without a shirt on,
ribs ripping roughly at your sides,
You did know some slaves were better.
It is called heirarchy, caste system, and they say it's just Divine,
and well, there is no such thing as free argument,
unless you want your backside the color of the sunset,
the same one that closes our routine each day.
So, what goes on at night? Do you sleep?
I think you enjoy the bits of hot hay digging into your scrapes,
just so you can sit up in the morning;
they keep you knowing pain,
pain keeps you knowing relief.
Well, relief makes slaves weaker. Relief makes slaves worse slaves,
so the slave who eats your meat, well
honor him because he knows pain.
Copyright ©
Suz
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2004-10-23 09:31:54] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Heirarchy
(User Rating: 1 ) by ArdRi79 on
Saturday, 23rd October 2004 @ 09:42:07 AM AEST (User
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I really like this poem the outrage seeps though the great imagery you used AND I felt smart reading it :) nice work |
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Re: Heirarchy
(User Rating: 1 ) by Kione on
Wednesday, 22nd December 2004 @ 05:32:16 PM AEST (User
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Pretty Nice. Doesn't really describe a Heirchy though. It does describe slavery though. |
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