The Captive

alas this poor generation,
belief in self,
in destiny,
in an inner path,
no longer exists,
souls told who they shall be,
what they shall feel,
and how they shall believe,
life no longer a search for self,
finding answers along the way,
but instead,
life an exam,
souls tested repeatedly,
learning the thoughts to think,
the words to say,
pity the ones,
who accidentally stray,
stripped of self,
the mob allowed to pounce,
no blood spilled,
the world sanitary and humane,
in this glorious day and age,
yet no less tragic,
individuality lost,
existence lived in self doubt,
now completely a creature of the masses,
only reacting to the movement’s cues,
this poor generation,
slaves once more.



Doug Polk

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