Slave Mentality
I had a dog for twelve years, a friendly dog it loved me it
was a slave,
had to, in order to be accepted in human society, suppress
its instinct.
Nature is a hard place fight for food is endless; canines
found it easier
to make a pact with the man; give up their freedom for a can of dog food.
Often, by insecure people, slaves are spoilt allowed to be indoors
sleep
on the sofa and made to think they are the masters of the
household.
Wrong, dogs are slave to be anything else puzzle them, they
want you
to be the leader and as they make you love their fidelity.
Slaves defy their masters in subtlest ways, my dog slept on
the sofa when
I had gone to bed. Big corporations are our masters tell us
what we like and
dislike; we comply, it is the easiest way not to be critical
of the employers
the hand that holds the nine tailed cat. We get our trivial revenge
stealing
a little free time when we can. After all democracy on an empty stomach is
not worth fighting
for; freedom is our masters’ grand illusion.
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