BORN A SLAVE
BY AHAD ABBAS
For once I woke and saw the whole truth,
the rot beneath the view.
Death stands close to us,
our servitude a thousand years long.
We are the product of the system,
made by it and for it,
to serve capitalism and its ravenous children.
We are the living dead,
zombies with breath still warm,
grinding our souls to dust,
working like machines that never dream.
Death stands close to us.
We bow before our lord, Capital,
who asks not for loyalty
but for chains,
who wants not workers
but slaves to his endless hunger.
We are human no longer.
We are code, assembled and refined,
designed by our father, Materialism,
who drives us forward,
straight into the arms of his brother, Destruction.
Death stands close to us.
We strip the earth of her purity
for the altar of corporate greed.
We bleed our mother dry
to satisfy our father’s gluttony.
Yet still I hope
that one day we will wake,
all of us,
from this terrible nightmare.
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