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    I am the rich man’s prey, the hunted poor,
    My life is planned in some secret room
    Behind some large heavily guarded door,
    By what wealthy men - I know not whom.

    Their thin wires go into my mortgaged home,
    They’ve welded heavy chains upon my mind;
    In Freedom’s pasture I shall never roam
    For they’ve fed me their books to keep me blind!

    They submit to me twins for election-
    For work -given a worthless federal note;
    Politicians, police – no protection -
    When I complain they declare I should vote!

    Vote for my voluntary slavery!
    Vote for greater power to the State!
    Vote for the senseless who lack bravery-
    Vote for a roof and small crumbs on my plate!

    I am the rich man’s dog, happily greeting;
    The field, factory, office are my tomb;
    My future plotted in some covert meeting,
    By what wicked men, I know not whom.

  • #2
    There is substantial truth in, "The best slave does not need to be beaten."

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    • #3
      Thank you for reading and commenting. Criticism is welcome.

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      • #4
        I certainly agree with your sentiment.

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