One Up From A Slave

By requiemromance

Sat, 25 Jun 2011
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I’m just one up from a slave
Working the best of my days
Dazed and confused
Daily used and abused
Do you hear me?

Cheap tricks of freedom
To keep me believing
Just to keep me dreaming
But the reality is just struggle

Keep me dumbed down
With the latest bland band
That have nothing to say
But MTV says are ok
It’s all just become so soulless

Rent and bills to be paid
And tax I’d rather evade
My life’s an endless ‘to do’ list
But I must work just to exist
Is this freedom?

Politicians are liars
Voted to be my life’s deciders
What a mad trip it would be
If we could all live and be free
As in true anarchy
Not so called ‘black block’ mentality
But based on love and morality
Instead of confused vanity

Let’s make these empires a distant memory
No more government and marketing agencies
Just allowed to be me
Allowed to just be
Or is this a requiem to my liberty
That is the question I’m asking?

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Comments

Submitted by maisie on
i hope its not a requiem to your liberty; although you may feel that it is. Life is never quite what you expect. I enjoyed your poem though!

maisie angel Guess what?  I'm still alive!

Submitted by RachelPatricia on
What a mad trip it would be If we could all live and be free As in true anarchy Not so called ‘black block’ mentality But based on love and morality Instead of confused vanity Let’s make these empires a distant memory No more government and marketing agencies Just allowed to be me Allowed to just be - brilliant lines, requiem, love this poem and the title is spot-on :)