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The Shackles of Culture

Blinded by desensitisation So used to what is not and what is so good Yet so detached from what is real or illusion Makes you follow a false idol Perpetuate the confusion The fools pinnacle of culture Where the unicorn becomes a vulture By selling lies in schools Indoctrinating elitist rules Making us all fools Rich for the picking Slaves for life without even realising Born into bondage Forever the consumer Forever the worker Forever the slave The shackles of culture.

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Kim M

Date: 4/7/2010 3:37:00 AM

I appreciate your perspective in this poem. Likewise, I appreciate comments you made in my father's poem, "No Tomorrow". Your words: "there is no tommorow, or yesterday. no past or future, these exist in abstract form of expectation and memory, there is only the present moment in which to grasp and experience the magnitude of life. The sound of tommorow lures you away from the beauty of today." A philosopher, you are.

Ismael Nieves

Date: 11/1/2009 3:55:00 PM

I see your vision has penetrated the obscure curtains. Though we need education I won't deny the fact that it has been currupted by the GLUTTONS. Nice composition.