Neo-Slaves Poem by Sivaprasad Parackal

Neo-slaves

None of them are slaves by birth
Nor is slavery thrust upon them
Never does fate enslave them
Nonetheless they embrace servitude

Pawning own brains and hearts
Live they with the dead conscience
Reason is no longer theirs
As they bow and kneel in submission

Vie they with each other on end
To find ways to please the masters
Flocking around the lords with folded hands
Strive they hard to keep them in good spirits

Voluntary slaves they are
Ready to stir and burn
And not to query the commands
But to obey without defiance


Content are they with the soulless life
A life of absolute servitude