Steven SRS - The Serf

I am a serf,
Weakest in the Land of Not.
I am a slave to all,
From the lowest serpent
To the loftiest dream.

I am a serf.
I and my kind stand like men,
But oft this is only an illusion.
Because we stand not together,
We stand not at all.

I am a serf.
I live blind, def, and dumb;
In ignorance and fear of the truth.
Not because I can't,
But because I won't have it any other way.

I am a serf,
Redeemable only because
I'm all that there is.
But for only as long,
As I'm all that there is.

I am a serf,
I and my kind are producers.
All things made,
Great and small,
Come from my ranks.

Steven SRS

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