Subservience

sorenbarrett

As a social animal we must have a leader

We only acknowledge as heads those we fear or love

It seems that our soul is a bleeder

No way to stop hemorrhaging, a need for approval from above

 

A commander can be a teacher or a parent

Authority can be a dictator or a god

Superiors can make sense or be logically errant

Idols can be dressed in a holy shroud or hobnail boots shod

 

We do whatever we are told to do

We follow our shepherd's voice like sheep

Those that stand up for what's right are few

Our morals have been a long time asleep

 

On tempestuous seas we sail

Without a lighthouse we are lost

We will drown if we fail

Like moths, we follow any light, no matter the cost

  • Author: sorenbarrett (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 28th, 2023 08:01
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  • orchidee

    Good write SB.

  • sorenbarrett

    Thanks Orchie

  • Bella Shepard

    Amen brother! We seem to have a penchant for extremes, but then they always yell the loudest. If we do find respite at times in moderation and common sense, it is short lived. Great write my friend!

    • sorenbarrett

      Thanks Bella for the review and comment it is deeply appreciated.

    • L. B. Mek

      we shed our deities
      to grasp Prometheus' spark
      of enlightenment
      and awaken from Plato's cave
      of benightment
      only to then produce warheads
      and set fire, to all...
      'No change, no pause, no hope! Yet I endure.
      I ask the Earth, have not the mountains felt?
      I ask yon Heaven, the all-beholding Sun,
      Has it not seen? The Sea, in storm or calm,
      Heaven's ever-changing Shadow, spread below,
      Have its deaf waves not heard my agony?
      Ah me! alas, pain, pain ever, for ever!'
      from Shelley's: 'Prometheus Unbound'
      (
      https://mypoeticside.com/show-classic-poem-27073
      )
      yet, whilst we have breath
      we endure, my wise friend
      and word like yours, pave
      our survival's path:
      'Like moths, we follow any light, no matter the cost'

      'It seems that our soul is a bleeder
      No way to stop hemorrhaging, a need for approval from above'

      'On tempestuous seas we sail
      *Pseudo lighthouses insuring we are lost*

      • sorenbarrett

        Thank you L.B. your words mean a great deal and I appreciate you taking so much time to ponder these fleeting thoughts of mine.



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