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a beggar to the liar (slave to myself)
by Andrew S Adamsas a dormant figure lay;
sprawled about his accounts,
balanced on his balances,
a rest would not appease him.
this is where the dead dont sleep;
and the living are born into
treacherous slavery.
broken and lessened minds
are in bondage to the
almighty itself.
guilded and greater minds,
however,
meet the same fate.
and who am i,
a beggar to the liar?
cried are little mutters
and screams of blood.
and who am i?
a slave to the institution that i know so well;
a slave to the dollar that i bathe so blindly in
a slave to the day that i must pay for my sin
a slave to the mind that i broke; bent out of shape:
my own.
a slave to myself. 05/18/2003 Posted on 05/19/2003
Copyright © 2024 Andrew S Adams
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 05/19/03 at 07:25 PM Thought provoking! Accountability emphasized with an emphasis on choices made (implied) and strongly emphasizes consequences of actions taken. |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 05/21/03 at 02:53 AM ' a slave to my self' rather chained to the LAWS which makes one to react to every external stimili. Well, you have an observing self and if one is prepared to work hard on this observing self it can metamorphose into an operator. Well, I found it easy to identify with this nice work of yours. |
| Posted by Ann Krischus on 05/23/03 at 01:13 PM thought provoking... i enjoyed it. |
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