Will you be owned forever?
(an open letter to my fellow human toilers)
1.
Will you be owned forever,
my loves?
No. Not forever.
No. Not forever.
Are you not owned?
Pause and think it through!
Pause here.
For just long enough
and not any longer
2.
Will you be owned forever?
No. Not forever.
No. Not forever.
So, what is to be done,
my friend?
What is to be done?
Nothing else until …
3.
Can you hear the sound of
your knee lifting,
your neck tilting back,
your fist pounding,
the owners falling?
We can, will and will ...
break the chains like so much crust
that was hard, but
not as locked as appeared
No. Not forever,
forever!
