Born into a contract signed by treacherous love
Endorsed by the supreme corruption worshipped below as above
Kept with a key & twisted Locke behind the evil mantra Kant
The words in step, like a clock, make sense because they tic & toc their chant
For safety's sake & Plato's plot your parents function as their reeve
Every fiber of this vicious knot is to convince you you can never leave
They don't want your soul or your body, they want your very being
They don't need you to work or obey, they need you to never dream
This cage, this cube, is their most sacred spot
The most vile altar ever sought
They need you to stay, it's all they've got
While it is true you can leave; you only have one shot
8/29/15
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem