Each of us is a leader
Each of us is a slave
The leader is in the quest for freedom
The slave searches for wealth
I am a leader and I am a slave
My freedom lies in reaching
The shores of contentment
The slave pushes me in all directions,
Like a fox searching for rotting flesh
In my dreams, I become the leader
Reach the promised land
Where flowers bloom
With colour of contentment
Aroma of fragrant freedom
Permeates the mind
Sun rises and washes the dream away
Like sea washing away
sand castles on the beach
I transform and become the slave
Which life wanted me to be
I pay obeisance
To my hunger for power and wealth
Suave mask I wear
When eslaving my prey
Oh Lord, who needs freedom
When I have the power
To make others my slave?
I gloat in a perverse pleasure
Slave Master busking in the glow of self importance
In freedom I will be equal with all
As a Slave I am the Master of other slaves
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Author:
Rebellion In Sanity (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Surrealist
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I guess we are all in the same boat setting the course and beating the drum while rowing to the lash of our own hand
Hi Soren, your comment sounds so true! Thanks for "beating the drum while rowing to the lash of our own hand" - lovely portrayal. Warm regards Bhaskar
It needs more cause in effect. And this is just my opinion but slave/ slavers is a real downer as a topic so I’m guessing people will see the title and skip it. Plus yiu font real create a string image ifca Skave and you just state things instead of offering examples of event that led there. Judy dump it and oick a better topic
Thank you very much for your thoughts. I shall definitely consider those carefully. I freely admit that I really don\'t write poems, don\'t have the artistic bent of mind / capability. I write what comes into my mind - trying to convey I don\'t really choose a topic. The concept of success and our compromises in order to attain is an ever present question in my mind. Your suggestions are really appreciated. Thank you
You live in the world. Everything starts with that. You don’t have to be a poet to know that they took the children away from slavers and sold them. Nothing in your lift is like that so you should understand that it’s insulting to claim that title and say look at me. That’s messed up. Tell a story w events and progression or regression and that’s where you build zempsthy w the reader. Managing for me is I worry that you even chose that topic right about the way it was at school or how are you a bully or you finally you learned something or you failed that something that you really put in value to put emotion into it that people can attach to this fucking I’m a slave thing man get rid of that poem. I would delete it. It’s really bad.
Hi Bobby, once again I thank you for your courtesy. I regret that I won't delete the poem. It seems the irony and sarcasm were lost on you. I won't apologise for heavy use of sarcasm - a trait I picked from the British literature and music. Please don't forget we Indians were slaves to the Brits and hence when you talk about my insensitive I feel stumped. Thank you.
You need a different topic. You picked an egregious act and expect IRONY? That’s fucked up. What if I wrote about Killing Babies? It’s the same thing. TABOO IS TABOO. Your above argument is really insensitive and clueless. You need to understand that
Why not report my poem as insulting?
I’m trying to sincerely help you. I got no dog in this fight. You’re a guy that wants to get better and I took that to heart. Everything I told you is true. What’s not true is your statement about accepting critique , you didn’t. Your prideful answer proves that as you defended w an arrogant bias. You don’t want help you want to stay lost and use ridiculous pablum to defend
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