The Master-Slave Dialectic

Chains

This is too much,

The flames of tyranny burn the rope of hope I clutch,

Dishes stacked with delicacies, every night I dream of such.

When will this misery end? I still stay hush.

At their young ones with submission I blush.

This isn't home, I recall a land green and lush,

This too shall pass,

The nerve to fight back I must amass.

Sit pretty slave-master, as you picnic on the grass,

Wait for my Midas touch as your gold turns to brass,

You have neither skill nor courage,

With God's support day by day I manage,

And He is not blind to your decadence nor damage,

Righteous life you degrade and banish,

Wait patiently for the dent we mites will inflict on your varnish,

For decades endured treatment worse than rubbish,

With work, I can grow, I can flourish.

Riches of humility in my soul I nourish,

I must win out,

I can replicate this extravagant way of life without enslaving,

You're high, slave-master, you're on a roll,

And I can't wait till you come crashing down.

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Liberty

The prophecy rings true,

The meek surely inherit the Earth,

Our wildest dreams have come to birth,

I look painfully at the Prisoner of the revolution,

Pushed to oblivion by righteous evolution,

All-Wise God has provided to every problem a solution,

For bureaucratic structures, unforgiving demolition,

For ignorance, wisely implemented propositions,

For poverty, kind and robust revolutions,

For intolerance, an enveloping rapport,

For division, a divinely reverent accord,

For injustice, a rigorous and inclusive counsel,

Some tend to wish their backlashes cancel,

Cancel the impropriety and agression,

They turn war to their favorite idle rendition,

God does not reward the unjust,

Our righteous verdict is but a tribute,

Not to the fallen but to the Lord,

Will you not become righteous and fear the Lord?

The prisoner does not believe his world has fallen,

Maybe Karma, maybe bad luck, never justice,

God will quench the sulphur burning in their hearts,

Our Lord has perfected our science and art,

To Him only we are inclined,

And God's promise is perfectly true.