By SoDak
Poised for action,
breaking the hand that feeds,
the master’s control falls,
denied,
domination.
Bruised knees amount to nothing,
groveling before the king,
hoping for a few scraps
thrown down through generations
of hierarchical submission.
Self is extinguished
as the king is raised
higher
on the bowed backs of faceless masses
by sucking blood
and giving sedation
through crumbs of bread and silver coins.
Pangs of hunger mingle
with yearnings for meaning
and justice
activating desperation
in the tension of a coiled spring,
love and rage are
suddenly
released.
Explosive nature of emotions
we never knew existed
the outstretched hand
breaks cleanly, easily,
once the power is there.
