A Poem by Immanuel

I remember when my teachers used to tell me I could be anything. I'm another person who needed their approval, their pats on the head another slave to masters. That's not really true though.

Slaves or Master.
Is that all we are?
I heard that Men secretly crave Heirarchy...
A system to hang their weary heads on.
I feel sorry for them.
But can I really consider myself different.
Haven't I wanted to be a Master Or a Slave.
Didn't I desire for others to do the dirty work for me?
Didn't I desire for Myself to be in full control and to own those around me?
What sort of person does that?
Look yourself in the eyes and ask yourself that. (Preferably use some sort of reflective surface, unless you have some special eye condition I suppose.)
Apparently the answer is most people.
Is it better to be the same or better to be different?
Is it really that simple?
Of course not.
But I only say what's obvious, would it be accessible any other way?

© 2016 Immanuel

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Added on November 11, 2016
Last Updated on November 11, 2016



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