A Slave I am
A Slave you are
You ask astonished
“I live in the land of freedom”
What are you free to do?
May you eat without money
little green pieces of paper?
May you have shelter,
have medicine or healing,
What is life about I must ask
when the measure of a person is their bank account
when one works as hard or harder than another and lives in poverty
while the other lives in luxury
What makes one more worthy than another?
Do some not make all their money of what is said to belong to the whole
If truly it belongs to the whole then why does the whole not benefit
while some rape the planet for free making billions?
How can this be freedom?
The mother who works all her life and yet can never retire
twas not laziness that put her in poverty
lack of education
lack of motivation
Slavery it is indeed
The worst kind of slavery
Covertly presented as freedom
Are there not still kingdoms and peasants…surfs?
Does the lack of shackles
and the ability to speak freely
change the fact that we are slaves
to little green pieces of paper
and plastic cards
and notes of paper
to support a government
that gives away the resources of the earth to a few to get rich
while claiming they belong to us!
Engtovo ~ September 15, 2000