Humans as a herd follow where their master leads
Our life we strive and lap up only to dream
All we want is to step into our masters shoes
Only to become a blind master
A ruler who leads on the whim of a few rouges! ! !
There are so many stories which want to spill thru my eyes,
Some wet stories, some bitter couplets...
Some dialogues smoldering in anger
Some screams of exploitation –
Some shames of cowardice
Eyes capable of producing fertile crops of emotion
Eye which have chosen to remain dry
Eyes which dream to step into my masters shoes! ! !
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