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    dots Submission Name: Enslaved by Slaverydots

    Author: col13x
    Elite Ratio:    2.26 - 119/300/559
    Words: 572
    Class/Type: Poetry/Betrayal
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    dotsEnslaved by Slaverydots

    Enslaved by Slavery

    These slaves are made by the offer of freedom
    The sacrifice of the world and the price of possession

    While some live in a social gang land of murder
    Others are buying the same video game

    These slaves are made by the promise of everything
    They are drip fed by adverts of fanatical fashion

    The capitalist construct of this enslaving society
    This drug of the brave new world of consumerist industry

    This time, this hour, this money, this body
    The poor, the fairly well off, the rich and the disgustingly wealthy

    All born wanting nothing, nothing at all
    All sale their lives, their hearts and their souls

    All in a dream of material acquisition
    The paid for collection of idols and icons of a life filled with meaning

    A continual “good time” between the hours spent working
    To purchase a liberty of choice

    By the law and by the need, by the falsehood of truth
    These unwitting slaves feed their own greed

    These invisible chains and these invisible whips
    This pretence of a life of success

    This blue green planet of incomparable beauty
    The human race dedicated to the abuse of its own usery

    One global voice, one global word cried out, one meaning, one goal

    As the feet of thralls stand on the backs of vassals
    Divided by the miserable subcultures of spoken idiom and ludicrous fashion

    All beat to the drum of the bank rolled luxury of money
    As they laugh at their slaves and laugh all the way to the bank

    One life, one life, one life
    Spent enthralled of this cul de sac of a capitalist dream filled society

    One life
    In which to accrue the mountain of prosperity

    One life
    In which to die as one of malnutrition’s skeletons

    And in the background the anthem to which no one listens
    Sung by a race whose hope is a mask for desperation

    Together the slaves pull on the ropes of their edifice and self construction
    Blind or blindfolded to their own enslaved position

    The out come of war and the result of peace
    Answers their song, their hymn, their national anthem

    Century after mindless century

    Yo heave ho, yo heave ho, yo heave ho, yo heave ho, yo heave ho, yo heave ho, yo heave ho, yo heave ho, yo heave ho, yo heave ho, yo heave ho, yo heave ho, yo heave ho, yo heave ho, yo heave ho, yo heave ho, yo heave ho, yo heave ho, yo heave ho, yo heave ho, yo heave ho, yo heave ho, yo heave ho, yo heave ho, yo heave ho, yo heave ho, yo heave ho, yo heave ho, yo heave ho, yo heave ho, yo heave ho, yo heave ho, yo heave ho, yo heave ho, yo heave ho, yo heave ho, yo heave ho, yo heave ho, yo heave ho, yo heave ho, yo heave ho, yo heave ho, yo heave ho, yo heave ho, yo heave ho, yo ………………..

    Submitted on 2008-10-23 19:24:36     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      Absolutely wonderful, Cole. Once again you astound me. You have no need for mindless rhyming or perfect stanzas. You just write. You do not conform to society and what they ask for a "norm" writer.

    This was an impressive piece. The vocabulary in this selection was wonderfully articulate and posed images that fluttered through the reader's mind. You seem to have a great knowledge of the world and government. I wonder perhaps you have some connection to this? Perhaps you are just a great lover of history and the government.

    Whatever the reason you have conveyed your knowledge in this passage well, Cole. Everyone in the world has some form of addiction. For many people their addiction consists of nothing, but greed. They feel they NEED this or they MUST have that. When our economy is crumbling they can not always give in to that addiction, but many still do.

    Some have small addictions; Pepsi, Chocolate, and the such. Others to a more extreme; Marijuana, Heroin, excessive spending.

    So many people ARE made by the promise of everything. They buy a house because the realtor says there will be cheap payments and an easy life no matter what job you hold they will work with you. Five years later the young man and wife are filling bankruptcy and living with their in laws. It is life to give into addictions.

    Even our own government has addictions. The United States has an addiction on spending money we don't have. We give money for foreign aid, yet receive none ourselves. I am not saying helping others is wrong, but we must help ourselves also.

    Addiction can lead many people to slavery...I have seen it many a time. Even with my own family. You have easily captured me with this piece, Cole.

    One more thing I forgot to add though. I think you may have used the wrong "sell" in one of your lines. You put "Sale their..." and I think perhaps it should be "Sell their...". Just throws off that sentence a little.

    The last part was so out of no where though. The "Yo heave ho, yo heave ho" was shocking in what seemed like such a serious poem. I am not sure what you tried to convey with this, but it did make me laugh. It seemed almost like a pirate. Lol. Like perhaps how a pirate steals from others an addiction steals from us. Hmm. Just a thought. Probably a wrong one, but a thought none the less.

    Overall, Cole, what I tried to say in this long comment was...Perfect! Once again, perfect. Keep up the writes and you will keep up the fans.
    | Posted on 2008-10-24 00:00:00 | by BeautifulSoul | [ Reply to This ]

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