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Another Form of Bondage

There’s a message I’m receiving in these last and evil days. When I look upon my sons wearing a bracelet upon their legs. Enslaved now like criminals locked within the house. Can’t go beyond the walls without a beeper or a box. Whatever happened to the good old days when a belt on the behind would do? We are living with the memories but we learned our lessons too. We read about the different forms of slavery from our history books. But today it’s being displayed with a different look. The Electronic Monitoring Program- Oh what a fancy name. Still keeping us in bondage to the systems game. It may have it’s advantages to keeping our children in line. But everyone within the house is affected- I’m not blind. I can’t even stay online for hours during the day. The line must stay clear and not be busy in any way. So it keeps me locked out from my friends you see. I feel like I’m in bondage too, don’t you all agree.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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