We Are Slaves

-We Are Slaves-
by
Keaton Foster



Each of us the same
Monuments of shame
Carbon copies of such
Ridiculous atrocities
God above is through
Left to our own defenses
We, me, and you are screwed
Doomed immediately after
Each beat of our callous hearts
We are unable to stand true
We huddle together
Alone in packs of many
We care nothing
For the being to the left
Or the immediate right
Forward we stare
Only seeing what is beyond
Out there in our own
Shit filled universe
The here and now
Is out of our peripheral vision
Ignorance we scream
Out of sight out of mind
We so desperately believe
We are slaves
Always doing what we must
Eternally doing what we can
Forgiveness not shared
Anger is not spared
Unto one and another
A mountain of hate
Has been painstakingly placed
In a parlor of games we play
Do this as we do that
Take this as we steal that
What is yours
Will certainly become others
What belongs to others
Is yet to be defined
Possession and consumption
Are one and the same
Life, a process of time
God may come down
From his kingdom above
He might wipe the slate
Obliterate his mistake
Are all of us ready?
Dare we all scream?
Not!




We Are Slaves
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2012.