"There you go man
Keep as cool as you can
Face piles of trials with smiles
It riles them to believe
That you perceive the web they weave
And keep on thinking free."
- The Moody Blues
Ask what it is
that you give up,
that you never
appreciated to begin with,
what illusions you
would no longer hold,
if they were to take you,
and torture you,
and work you like a dog,
and drag you through the mud,
to sleep in nightly filth,
only to wake up and
do it all over again?
Do you even know what freedom is
that you cannot recognize the master
as the master and the slave the slave?
We are all both and neither
From the cradle to the grave.
It's all an attitude. If they break you then they break you, and that's the reality. But a slave is one that takes this broken man and puts him back together to move forward.
It's easy to say you'd rather die than be a slave, until that's your reality. I think none of us really know what we're capable of or how low we'll truly go to survive, until its an inescapable fact, and not merely conjecture. Peace be to all who posture and strut though.
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