| The Rusting Slaves If you could see, If you weren�t blind, Where would you be? What would you find? If you were aware, If you could know, Would they have a prayer? Where would we go? So we question them, We question ourselves; Are we really men, Or just files on shelves? We follow the code, And cast out the freaks So the truth won�t explode: Our society reeks. you know we�re just ants, We all feed the queen. Forget about change, Just follow the machine. We are the rusting gears Who groan a last decree Which no one hears: We might one day be free. |