Master of Senses

The cunning master, with wrath and deceit With chains of iron and whips of leather With fear and habit, the vicious elite Torments his slave, frail and discreet The virulent master, with heart of null With power of format, hands of acrimony Stands with his harsh boots, on the serf's skull Walks around crushing his heart's debris The nefarious master, rids the slave Of his autonomy and occupation The slave lives by the command he gave The wretched captive, seeks jubilant liberation The poor slave, treated like chattel Used like a tool, then ravaged away Curbed and manipulated, tamed like cattle Petrified and mourning, his life decays Lunacy and phobia, devour his mind Delusion, deception, glaciate his soul The docile slave, psyche goes blind The slave due to life dire, loses self-control The slave still complies with the master Following his exploitative commands Trying to save him from disaster Falls into his incessant insidious demands Looks at the clear dark heavens Sees a pattern of moving, sparkling stars Sees some lone, eloquent wanderers That's don't bow to the order of the czars Life of wanderers, the slave prefers A life not bound by the chains of agony A life where the head is held high A life with rights of self determination A life where falcon is free to fly The slave tries to be a free falcon Tries to spread his wings and reach the clouds But the master perilous cages the free bird The bird like a field, suffering from droughts The wretched slave, his wings remain broken The anxious soul, loses his hope Feels that he shall forever remain in the dungeon Till the end of eternity, end of time