Slaves to our master
Which will you serve?
Dragged through the streets
Subway rats we creep
Obligated to the call of the streets
Signs lead us to our destruction
Given the plastic to keep us caged
Caged in our debt amounted to nothing
We attribute emotions to material possessions
We walk the ground with heavy feet
Made to hunger for more every week
Yet our homes are filled with clutter
Things we don’t need
Made to follow societies call on our knees
Made to think I need all these things
Caged like birds
When we will be free?
Slaves to our master’s
What will you choice?
Be free from the hold?
Or keep the blindfold?
Awaken from this sleep
To see what master you will keep
Nathan Bonilla © 2016
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The reason for this poem is because of a journey I decided to take alongside my wife about a year ago into minimalism. If you would like to follow our journey please click HERE and follow our blog.