The Proletariat

Locked in a steel cage Carried far from home To a concrete prison Disguised as freedom Trading Time and energy For sustenance, existence Pleasing invisible masters Striving to stay in jail Surrounded by others Stuck in the same struggle No speeches shouted Nor conversations whispered

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Figure 25: I just got home from Uni, and Fred jumps in the car hoping for a ride.

“Here is the site, it’s all secure, should be an easy night for you.” The client leaves, the dog is whining. Get the dog ready for initial patrol. The plovers have babies and are upset we’re too close to them. Pull out the baton and scream a war cry, they decide the babies can figure… Continue reading Nothing to Report