Walking about in a circle,
freedom is chains,
shouting is useless,
your voice makes no sense,
to those gods, you don’t count,
you are just a number,
you are suffering? “Well, smile and laugh”,
says the preacher,
has everybody compromised?
Yes, it’s those chains,
compromise, for it’s wise,
and it’s your invite to the banquet,
you are helpless in the hands of the gods,
so why don’t you wait on them?
So that while those rats pick the crumbs,
you too can feed fat at the table of the elect,
“Freedom doesn’t exist any more?”
you may ask,
i am afraid so,
few may disagree, it depends on who you are.