Middle Class Slaves

Shut down faces in locked up cars

Grim visaged sufferers

Moving from one hell

To another

Tensely gripping wheels

Locked, loaded

Despairing

Staring ahead at lonely roads

Going nowhere

Stop and go traffic

Moving like a tide

Armies of the self-shackled

Working overtime

Willing slaves salved by soporific

Entertainment

Dumbed down slumber inducing excuses for not thinking

So bring on the next

Distraction

The next sleight of hand trick

To fall for

As long as it maintains the stasis of inaction

 

 

David Trudel  © 2012