A warrior species,
our mortal enemy is ourselves;
denying others
what we for ourselves demand.
We seize our captives,
strip them of their rights
their humanity
and sentence them to a slow death
by cubicle and crippling debt,
by maximizing profit
above their ability to pay,
slowly starving them in body and spirit
until all that remains are docile drones
hollow human husks.
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Author:
Fränz Müller (
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