The line in the sand
Once crossed
Is where slaves are made
And there is no return
Behind his back
The line became the spell
And blinded him
To the immoral slow death
The filling of the mind
Not of the calm spirit
But the stress of demand
Deep tension
With no way out
No care for the soul
Or dignity of the mind
Without self-reliance
Instead compliance
Where is the inspiration
Instead drudgery
Where is the purpose
Instead repetition
Where is the peace
Instead turmoil
Where is the love
Instead fear
Where is the happy
Instead depression
Where is the identity
Instead of I it is they
Where is creation
Instead destruction
In the belief we hold
It is to be forgotten
In a state of captivity
Like an animal
Waiting to be fed
It is to be lost upon us
They have bought our life
We wait for our time
To think freely
To speak freely
But we do not dare
We can only hope
That there is still time
Beware ambition
For it is only the few
Instead you will know
Dying of unknown causes
The trail of blood
Cannot be seen
Only felt in fatigue
Not a bent back
Or giant knuckles
But in temperament
As anger grows
While tolerance wanes
But his children smile
Because he goes
And comes
And everything in between
What they only see
Is the food
And the sun
But not in his eyes
They have grown soft
Like running water
But he is swept away
A branch that fell
From the tree he helped grow
Do not be fooled
The eternal life is not here
Do not be fooled
It is not near
Do not be fooled
Not in the sand
Once the line is crossed
Tell your children to run
Run from the line
Run the other way
There is nothing for them
Except to lose themselves
What importance do they pursue
If it is not inside
For no man can provide
If they cross to the other side