Those Simple Masters
Those simple masters,
corralling their prey.
Their emerald eyes shine brightly,
against skies lined with coal.
How tightly they pull the blindfold.
How reverent their speeches.
So gray and numbing.
Sing, my friends.
Let us sing for them.
As we're led into eternity
by our simple masters,
corralling their prey.
Copyright © Samuel Durant | Year Posted 2014
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