Untitled #2 by ‘Bones”

Where do we go from here?
We’ve come to a point where all our shouts and cries go unheard.
Drowned out by the cacaphony of the daily grind
Made to work and slave and labor for minimal, diminishing returns.
The men on the horses, guns drawn, aimed at he who attempts to stand,
He who is dissatisfied with the hum-drum monotony of work-sleep-repeat.
Lost and gone is the time when self-sufficiency was enough to ensure ones survival and comfort.
Before the wants of few outweighed the needs of many.

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