Licking at the facade
Worshiping a nameless god
Only to realize
All efforts will be forgot
Break your back all you want
Nothing they pay will bring it back
Trapped in the cracks
This is our life
Slugging from one stifling task to the next
With their boots always on our necks
A little freedom is all we ask for
All we hope for
But centuries tell us
That is not to be so
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Comments (4)
“It is not to be so”. 😐 Love it! A thoughtful piece Atomic.
Very evocatively put. I think, as sad as it may feel sometimes, this is part of also what makes those little moments in the present all the more precious. It's cathartic to share the burden of life with other humans. 💗 Thank you so much for writing and sharing this, Atomic Historian!
I keep on thinking, "What do the Simple Folk Do" from the musical "Camelot". When all eyes are focused somewhere else, that's when we're truly free.
Awesome!!! Loving it!°💕♥️♥️