And once upon nothing
these are the days when we wear our chains proud
and our grapevines oozes
the most proficient untruths and falsehoods
and we are dramatized in frenzied nonsensical
glorified in puppetry
consumed in the artistry of our masters
who deftly lays the plotlines and pulls the strings
as we eat the salted power
of esprit de corps marinated in manipulation and delusions
ours is not to question why
we move with the motion of our chains
turbo charged by our basic instincts
fueled by our limitations and ignorance
our puppet masters ignite us and we come alive
powered
this is techno power
this is salt power
but perhaps with time
we will be humans
with our own minds
plain real ordinary humans with hearts and soul
capable of making our own decisions
is that not what real power is about
for esprit de corps is a patterned umbrella for indentured servants