Invitation

Hear ye, hear ye!
All who live in blindness
In blissful canoes that float
On surfaces of suffering
Listen and open up
All who embrace slavery
As a matter of course
Fictionalized as history past
The book has gotten rusty
In storms of acidified thought
Collected like jars of sunlight
Time now lost to memory
And the realization stings
The past never ends
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