Once upon all time,

In a land not far far away,

Lords and Ladies,

East and West,

North and South,

Taught to succeed

In the name of their Gods,


By the fat of the land,


By constant streams

Of paters and maters;

Constant streams

Of daughters and sons,

North and South;

Taught to obey

By master and God.

Mules in human form,

Ankle-deep in slurry,

Mining for breadcrumbs,

Or none;

Hurrying to an early grave

Broken backed; dawn to dusk

Buried for life

Few who might speak,

Few who might listen.

Perfect equilibrium

The world at ease.

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