Escaping Enslavement

I observe her lying in bed
sleeping
peacefully
quietly
tranquilly

The cool spring breeze brings comfort
An oak tree still bare
from a mild winter
The occasional vehicle
quietly cruising by

7 A.M.
A bell rings
serving as a shepherd
Hundreds flock to their stations
A great migration from the south
and me

A sea of steel to
bend
burn
shape
build

We are disposable machines
made of flesh
rented by the hour
programmed to work hard

Our minds
irrelevant

Destined for the scrap heap when broken
Self-repair is our only option
for survival

Post-modernistic American slavery
A state side sweat shop
Our time is traded
for insignificant amounts of currency

Ear piercing air guns
Metals clang together
Engines rumbling
grinding out sound pollution

Bosses
bitchin’
screamin’
yellin’
Perfection is demanded

Subjected to minimal pay
by equal opportunity destroyers
Socially acceptable enslavement
in its most subtle form

Assassination of the human spirit
slowly
monotonously

We are peasants
aching
torn
burnt
worn
and we suffer through

Governed by fear of
humiliation
starvation
deportation

I search for solace
It does not exist
Not here

I revert back
deep into my mind

I picture her lying in bed
sleeping
peacefully
quietly
tranquilly


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