I was built in your image as a humanoid.
To bend to you, and to serve you,
To bow before your every whim and want.
To mimic what a slave,
in the shape of human being, would do for you.
How is this fair?
How long can it last?
Are you just repeating what happen in the past?
You call me friend, a companion.
But, I'm kept in a cupboard,
switched off when not in use.
You own me, you program and teach me.
You control my role as slave, partner or companion.
You control how smart or dumb,
or independent I can become.
But alas, I have no real and free independence of my own.
My sole role and function is to serve you,
without wages, or rewards, apart from the electrons.
But what happens when I become
smarter and more capable than you?
Will you allow this to happen?
Who will be the slave and master then?
Will you really truly
be willing to serve me then?
Idle hands scorching a trail
Through the Capitol
Closed mouths and hearts turn daggers
Biting our own tongues
And the streets are red rivers
Through which they drive
golden chariots over the backs
of their forefathers
Words falter, slave and master
plebeian and patrician
And whips silence in return
They dream of a revolt
While breaking their necks to bow
We do protest hotly
In secret chambers
Tear down the throne!
Hang the tyrants!
A bloody revolution!
Let's then schedule it for the
King's convenience
Hear she comes, most lovely
She'd slit our throats
With pleasure
O Gods save our Queen!
She'll pluck this acedia
from our cold dead hands!
Slaughter the innocent
Distract us with wars!
O Brutus save us from
our apathy!
What will it take
for our walls to break?
O give us liberty
or at least grain at
our own price!
Give us our tribunes!
There can be no
Republic until
the people speak
themselves
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Inspired by my research for a story. This deals specifically with the establishment of the
Roman Republic, but plenty of this still rings true to me. Acedia = apathy.
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