I was captured by bio-chemicals
put in chains
made a bond-slave
I have no free-will
they declared
I had no right
either yes or nay
They had some plan
some rigmorales
dullish routines
when some form came
I had to stir up and say
beautiful
I must want it again n 'gin
a switch, a program,
a roller, out
again a beep
again the roll
against it
I had nothing to hold
Oh what a slavedom!
what a wreck
my opinions tied in a neck
too dejected I writhed in pain
only to wake up for the cell's chimes..
am I in wake?
or in another dream?
my slavedom should end
wake or dream.
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Srirangam V Mohanarangan
