Chain the hands though free,
       they are bonded to servitude.
Every night they get on a knee of
   compliance to serve the whispers
                      that are never heard.

And still they wait for an
                               answer
                          that had no caller....

I will never go on my knee
                                for a thought,
              I will never clasp my palms
in bracelets that are never worn
                              but weigh others down...