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Saturday, April 11, 2009

Contemporary & Servitude

Approximately everybody mislaid in a daily routine in quest of autonomy
By make believe you have an option when you are already set in a matrix
Stop being untruthful to yourself you are not breathing the freedom air
You place in a position to progress around your limit without a handcuff
You cannot establish time, because what you have to use is hopeless
All go to the masters; you are just like a mailman who carries the letters.


Yesterday was the black man in chain; today is all kind of man in pain
Pain of no time, work for no gain, and struggle persistently to be a man
When Mrs. Bill knock at the door, whatever your shade he will invade
To win the race stay out of the race, know your place and take a place
Take your time, make up the time; nobody time will ever be your time
Illusion of choice is harder to deal with than break a shackle in your feet.


Wolfred Wanch
July 28, 2008

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