Oh, Glorious Slavery, How Ironic Art Thou?

Oh, Glorious Slavery, How Ironic Art Thou?

A Poem by The Villain
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Ignorance is bliss, up until they take over the world.

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The chains go
clink
clink
clink
as the shackles fall
around your ankles
and the rusty chain
binds tight your weary heart

Oh! And the hills and falls
of beauty on a crisp summer morn
how it flies and flows with your hair
billowing around your cuffs and chains.
Never before did slavery seem so glorious
in the sickly green fields of riches and power
gathered by the farmers of greed.

Segregated by the people
they now seek to destroy
leaders of the world and industry
united in sickening political power
to destroy everhthing we love
and enslave us all.

© 2011 The Villain


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I love your statement in the quotations. This ignorance is one of the reasons men in certain countries think they are greater then women.

Posted 11 Years Ago



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