Mental Slavery Poem by kwane Lamb

Around the globe
Mental slavery takes hold…
Be a relationship of not…

Is there always a secret plot…?
Don’t let your culture kill you…
People are variations of you…

Not copies…
You are no stranger…
No matter where you may go…

Be it Dutch land or Germany…
There are something’s which…
You share…

Name it…Claim it…
Left over in your mind…
Is a time standing still…

Eating at your will…

Subjugate your own rehab…
Free your inter-mind…
With your inner soul…

Slavery is alive and well…Done…
Like a rare steak…
Your order please…

Whisperkwane
swtlamb@yahoo.com