Envied

Chained to his balls

In a prison called ‘Man’,

What do they see

Who call him ‘free’?

Wage slave, unmanned,

To a glossy treadmill tied,

Or mortgaged to a private cross

And crucified

Smiling.

Or rat

With the strange pink tail,

Imprisoned in a maze called ‘Man’

Who ought to wonder who are these

Who envy him the scraps of cheese

That are the mouldy recompense

For life that does violence

To dignity.

by Richard V Raiment.