He was pounded and grounded into mental slavery.
She was told from birth-day zero what she could and could do and be.
On all of them the burning skies descended and burnt nothing but their very hearts.
We take it because we have always been taking it—no justification whatsoever.
Give us the manacles and we shall shackle ourselves;
give us the blade and we will bleed ourselves till dust flows through us.
But what great power are metaphor and symbol.
They can lead to inexorable action, kinetic as a cataract.
Finally disown your ghosts, my friends;
their reverberant dissonance has reduced the cages of their making to brittle rust.
Fight for yours and your own, friends,
because what future you have is for you alone to fulfil.
Ex Tempore LXI
M.M. — 02-Sep-2013
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