The Rat Race

Placed in the maze,
One and Two
by ancient men in white coats.

Quickly Bite the hands that claim to feed you.

Free will
Free Choice
is offered up           Pernicious Trap.

Quickly before it is too late!

Funnelled by predetermined destiny
or, funnelled by walls truly designed to confine.
‘We care’ they claim ‘We just want to see which one of you, the two will make it through this maze’    Trap.

Cage door opens onto cage;
Noses twitching feel their way
a grey cold sterile place
where no creature will ever find
their peace,
their harmony,
their grace.
Men ruling the way.
Men deciding the games we play.
The stories we tell.
The way we love.
Pitting One against Two
Two against One
all in the name of a game called love…

It is not a game.
I do not want to play.

Quickly it is not too late!

Beware the docile creatures you so wrongly have pigeonholed
Even the kindest creature when backed into a corner will lash out
Save your energy to lick your salty wounds.