Slave Mentality Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

I had a dog for twelve years, a friendly dog it loved me it was a slave,
had to, in order to be accepted in human society, suppress its instinct.
Nature is a hard place fight for food is endless; canines found it easier
to make a pact with man; give up their freedom for a can of dog food.
Often, by insecure people, slaves are spoilt allowed to be indoors sleep
on the sofa and made to think they are the masters of the household.
Wrong, dogs are slave to be anything else puzzle them, they want you
to be the leader and as they make you love their fidelity.

Slaves defy their masters in subtlest ways, my dog slept on the sofa when
I had gone to bed. Big corporations are our masters tell us what we like and
dislike; we comply, it is the easiest way not to be critical of the employers
the hand that holds the nine tailed cat. We get our trivial revenge stealing
a little free time when we can. After all democracy on an empty stomach is
not worth fighting for; freedom is our masters’ grand illusion.