Culture Slave Poem by Cory Huennekens

In times gone by, it was easy to see
Where a man was a slave
And where he was free

Toiling in a field, or some other work
As Hercules’ labors
Clear as water with no murk

And in time, as is seen
Slavery so obviously hideous
As has never before been

Under fear of whip and noose
But even those slaves
Eventually let loose

He who has eyes and ears
Let him see
Let him hear

Look all around, watch what you do
Are your thoughts your own
Are you you?

Glittering images, endless compromises
Selling men death
In gold disguises

We have a revolution, industry and culture
Where there are dead bodies
There circles the vultures

I have seen a great ladder, to the Heavens tall
On the very top rung
Great men heading for a fall

Are your thoughts yours and yours alone?
Or are you a culture slave
Simply a drone