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
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An insightful piece of poetry written with conviction. It reminded so much about Russian soldiers in Ukraine....
Thank you dear Dike for your evaluation and interpretation of my lines in the backdrop of the present international political scenario