a poem for the elevator.

"innocent slave"

you are the ones who cover the writing on the walls.
you are the ones who tear down the messages from underground.
you are the ones who burn books of ideas, free ideas. free.
you are the rulers, the rulers of thought, the rulers of death.
you are the kings of king. the deciding rule. temporary life and temporary death.


there is a story of a people who had to survive in bondage. they had to survive as slaves in a land of freedom. a land that proclaimed freedom, while simultaneously imprisoning the hungry and the thirsty (denying them of food or drink). while ignoring those with nothing but innocence...chains and innocence.


choose the person you want to be. an innocent man in chains, or a free man hiding the key.


currently listening to "neon golden" by The Notwist. http://www.notwist.com/