Shackles, Inc.

I refuse to be enslaved

To a system that takes me nowhere

Except into the realms of corporate capitalism

Entrapped in the jaws of money-hungry mutants

who value mundane meaninglessness

over human compassion.

Who would rather live rich and brainless

than eliminate the world’s corruption.

I will break free

from the shackles of tyranny

 

To achieve a single dream:

Global Harmony.

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Wheel War

Their small legs twirl rapidly,

Muscles pushing their two-wheeled vehicles

Speeding with vitality and joy

The road is boundless

Possibilities are endless.

On the opposite side of the Earth,

another street is being destroyed.

There are no side-walks here,

Only land mines to avoid;

And the relentless screams of fighter jets

Pollute the atmosphere.

Fear is a pervading smell

A perpetual instinct:

Fight or perish.

In a parallel moment,

the tiny bikers

Make a wish

Blow a dandelion.

The seeds disperse,

Achieving freedom.

The two young spirits

Cuddle up into their warm beds

And kiss their loving parents good night.

In War World, a lone child grasps

His mother’s lifeless hand.

Tears stream onto her body:

He just lost the last possibility.

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