They Stole Your Light
They stole your light
The fire that you worked so hard to attain
Now lies in the hands of greed.
Your sacrifice lives on,
A testament to the ability that my kind can twist;
Even the holiest of holies.
They call it civility.
Its fuel is conformity, a chain that shackles the limbs
Wrapped with a cushioned fabric so you don’t kill yourself.
Their intention is “pure”
Unbiased! It chips away everyday at your soul
When science calls, ready an offering from your flesh
It feeds until you are reduced to (nothing).
They stole your light, son of Iaptus
Prometheus, they worshiped that ember and fed it
Now your fire consumes us all
Like a dying sun that won't set until it eats itself.
Copyright © Mustafa Salim | Year Posted 2022
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