Truth to Power
The world is made up of two kinds
Masters and slaves.
It used to be masters ruled,
Now the slaves do.
As they say, it’s darkest before the dawn,
But sometimes the dawning takes forever.
Waiting, still waiting, for all those slaves
To awaken and become their own master.
At this rate, but I wouldn’t bet on it,
It’ll take a million years.
(4/12/26)
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