Opportunities arise,
A better life -
A chance at being treated like a human being
A fresh start
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A new life awaits
Joy, excitement?
Behind the scenes - false promises,
Broken agreements,
Signed without sight -
Just sinister smiles,
And deceitful handshake
Lies of change becomes a campaign poster
A guise to prey on innocent black families
A dirty dance with the devils themselves -
The British government,
Filled with the corrupt who deceive minorities
The windrush generation -
Given the most dangerous jobs,
With no guarantee of protection
Rights a foreign concept
Re-building a country with the promise of acceptance
A temporary job, with the hope of permanent employment
No citizenship or wages -
Just broken hope and disappointment
Treated as disposable,
Left with no options
Used and abused, injected with embarrassment
Then publicly shamed - calling us ‘dangerous’ and ‘illegal’
A country we built, but are treated like intruders
They excused our mistreatment for the reason -
That we are just slaves not people
Serve yourself with haste
Serve master one at a time
Serve the best for last.
I suppose there’s a difference
between voluntary and involuntary servitude,
maybe in the same way consenting adults
enter into all sorts of degrading personal situations
which otherwise would be major felonies,
but when it’s happening
it doesn’t feel much different;
servitude is servitude after all.
As the Great Bard once said,
“you have to serve somebody”,
and the spectrum of service certainly is broad;
from uplifting and honorable
to enslaving and degrading,
but technically it’s all service,
service to others
service to our own karma,
and in service comes sacrifice.
I suppose there’s a difference
between voluntary and involuntary sacrifice,
but when it’s happening
it certainly doesn’t look much different,
but it is.
The power of will
can overcome any adversity
turning hardship into opportunity,
curse to blessing.
And this power is important,
but what is the power this will is balancing;
what is it that sets the whole into motion?
Maybe as we serve others, serve the situation,
we discover simply
it isn’t us.
(7/2/23)
Creep, oh centipede!
A malady to my cornea.
Like kernels a decoy
In my Eden realm.
I'm infuriate to civility
Just us serenity intervene.
Serendipity smock my bones
In solitude.
Here it is, your servitude
Of search.
Eviscerate my being! Distort my face!
Bring me closure to my ego; replace!
Seizure in dark games through which we interlace,
Beckoning the reaper's embrace.
Subvert my empathy!
Break me into colluded ecstasy!
Mold me in your image of apathy!
Put me in a daze of senseful apogee!
If only I could help You experience the same...
If only I could put out what had went aflame...
If only I could rid you of your own self blame...
My ultimate goal- to personify your game..
Knowing I belong on greater stages;
I set out to share a seat among your stations!
As I'm marching alongside your pages,
I'm taunted by the echoes of ages,
mocked by divine wages.
Taxing are the paths to your way.
My will's faltering, hope's grey,
mind's in a state so risqué.
Tell me, is this the price that I must pay?
"Fractious paranoia vying to supplant.
Vying to take over, to ruin your descant.
To kill that which would lay bare, the one which I shan't.
And destroy the altar to which I hum and I chant."
A wild wisp,
bound by a vile kiss.
A rogue thought,
bound by flesh and an unchaste heart.
The parallax of bliss..
An outcast shut in.
Withering in distraught.
Die blessed, you stand in my cold rot,
Your flow taught.
Beckoned by a teal whisper,
enticing the senses to tame.
Amethyst's fragile wish,
inviting my essence to claim.
Your coy hum softens the core,
irrigates lust, makes me adore.
You dissent yet knead so servile.
Sweet subject, so ready, so fertile.
My Power to poise a psyche,
to hasten growth, or de-generate.
You waste in both pity and modernity;
a Dance of Eternity.
Hold my hand and crawl against the grain.
Surround my ecstasy with your misery and pain.
Hold it tighter and crawl through your shame.
Touch my flare, forget your guilt and blame.
Adhere to me; my servitude of the Bloodmoon.
Rebound your mental plea, succulent flame.
Centuries accrued in its elegant name.
Bask with me, potently; impel and preordain.
The powers,
the powers 'that be'
wish to thank you
for your on-going servitude,
for your compliance,
conformity,
acquiescence,
gullibility,
subservience,
apathy,
disinterest,
inattention,
and your willful or blind ignorance.
We gratefully accept
your abject submission
as we strive to eradicate
all opposition
and discussion.
You are the very best of sheep,
the most loyal of lambs.
We applaud your
naiveté and lack of interest
in our secretive regime.
We keep your secrets
so you do not have to.
May you continue to serve us
as we
subject,
bamboozle,
hornswoggle,
flimflam,
demonize,
pander,
patronize,
denigrate,
dismiss,
disrespect,
defame.
derogate,
discount,
dishonor,
disparage,
vilify,
slander,
mislead,
misuse,
misdirect,
misinform,
malign,
smear,
conceal,
cover-up
and deceive you all.
Abc to the P
Servitude, will I flee
Captivity, I sue.
All thanks to poetrysoup
Like a lion,
I roar
With the Iron,
I roll,
Poetrysoup's throne,
Will I stand to withhold
In the berth of little pen,
Lost in the depth of sinful den
And falls on the lanky route.
Sighting above, poetrysoup's root,
I cruise like a soldier in his lusty hood.
In the emptiness of proficiency,
Dying in the bed of nonentity,
And finding not the aid box.
Agreeably, it caused the brain's burst
For my name, poetrysoup stood and faught
Now I stand I say "I live to find no fault"
Once again,
Appreciation to poetrysoup's stunt.
THEME:Appreciation
I’m willing to accept
that it’s all but a cloud
Memory behind me,
and draped in a shroud
I’m willing to accept
my fatality deemed
A portal indentured
—to dreams left undreamed
(Dreamsleep: July, 2021)
Somewhere in the wilderness,
Among the barren deserts,
And under the swarthy clouds
Lie the dilapidated destination
Of a poor homeless rebel,
Victimized unmercifully to fall
Like a drop of rain waited long!
There is a burning sand,
Perforating his bootless heels
With each prick eat up and engulf
The rest of blood from his dry veins
And does challenge his undanted will
Not to subdue and fall in subjugation
Before the sway of mighty domination.
He stays unabated in his determination,
With every sigh sobbed and blubbered,
Every sweat evaporated from his flesh
And every voice raised like Rustum's war cry
That shall crumble down powerfull states
And teaches the lessons of sufference to the foe.
see wane of despair,
pains more deeply inside.
"Feed My sheep", I will
Our Servitude
Microsoft a macro problem has become
If of little intelligence, deaf and dumb
Complex becomes their word of the day
Consumers convert to Apple right away.
Problems Microsoft definitely is denying
Gave free update Windows 10 to be trying
To have corrected clutter caused by eight
Expecting all of us to happily celebrate.
What other choice do we have to choose?
If we were to snooze surely would loose
We are trying to be aware of update to ten
Have been searching for it again and again.
Not only did my mind experience a lapse
It then ended up with a total collapse
So why did Microsoft really try to delude
Only thing that they want is our servitude.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran and Poet
Lead me towards
your light like the
three wise me of old
oh famous STAR.
Make me a grand
gladiator in your
sacrid arena,tasting
ultimate victory oh
GULDER.
Tune my ears to your
alluring melody, great
HARP of ancient
singers.
Lead me to the path
where my diva lie
still,awating my
reviving touch,am at
your servitude dear
EVA WINE.
Lure me away sir MAC
DOWEL. To your
hidden shrine lord
MISEUR PASCAL.
Spin my head, and
sway my feet,down
your liquor
path,follows i in full
pace,the grand SPINOF
ICE.
Extend my greeting to
your brothers,tell
them about my battle
with the DRY GIN.
And my chronicles at
the great temple of
DEROK.
My dance with the
LEGEND and miss
CALIPSO don't fail to
mention.
I tried my devoted
BEST,revived by the
almighty BULLET, defy
the RED LABEL but
falls under the giddy
claws of ANDRE.
In sacrid servitude to
alcohol birth forth this
lines.
Muted words linger in limbo
imprisoned between many leaves
bound together in the darkness
of a poet’s tried thesaurus.
Their alphabetic existence
is but an endless servitude
whose individual meanings
chosen and together sequenced
for the glory of the poet.
The many verses read aloud
gives each utile word a voice
and continues till completion.
Then darkness returns once again
as the reference book is closed.
IN VENTURED SERVITUDE
Faster and faster
it became my master
Quicker and quicker
I became sicker
I blazed a trail to the dark side of tomorrow
Then laid a highway to a city they call “sorrow”
More and more
I needed to score
And too oft the pickings were far too slim
So if she had to re-up I’d cop from him
Longer and longer
it grew stronger
As did the profanities my heart was screaming
While I described what the devil was deeming
The street became my siblings, both brother and sister
And yes, I tried to ignore the boil and blister
Boils because I’m the latter day Job
And never bowed to His eminence, alter or robe
Speedier and speedier it became greedier
too often
Too often too many friend’s final home was an early coffin
© 2011.…..Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
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