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Servitude
by Vi Ransel
www.dissidentvoice.org
May 5, 2006
Literally a slave
if you need a wage
you life is not your own.
Many of your thoughts
are not. You replay the day -
inefficiencies
stupidities
indignities
iniquities of The Master
your Ten Commandments.
You are not your own. And
the more you want to
own
the less you are your
own.
You pay with pieces
of your
SELF
in order to obtain subsistence
pay and attempt imitation
of the gluttonous display
of The Masters who make use
of all the Poor, the Poor can produce
to drive the wage down
as living costs skyrocket
and The Masters gag
on the staggering profit.
Vi Ransel lives in New York, and can be reached at: rosiesretrocycle@yahoo.com.
Other Poems by Vi Ransel
* The Knacker
* Pictures of
Iraq
* Mass
Production
* DUH?
* MOLOCH
* Sumeriology
* Poor in
America -- P.I.A.
* The Treadmill
*
The Driver