Still Stones of Silence
Indeed, we have given up.
Freemen, once, .now happy slaves?
No longer able to drink from a
Church cup.
We are the most willing knaves.
Tragically, to those who unlawfully
locked us up.
Stockholm Syndrome has us by
strongly, by the throat.
We are grateful to our masters for
our lifelong sentence.
Never realizing we must be the butt
of jokes.
Contended, as our end draws near.
Taken prisoner by a phenomenal,
life-demeaning, worldwide power-!hoax!
September 10, 2020
11pm PST
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2020
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