The Powerful Slave

Give me control of a nation's money supply
And I will control its people
But I cannot control my greed
So I am not master of myself.
I am a slave to my greed.
I am not free.

I cannot control my arrogance
So I am not master of myself.
I am a slave to my arrogance.
I am not free.

I cannot control my bogus sense of superiority
So I am not master of myself.
I am a slave to my bogus sense of superiority.
I am not free.

I cannot control my negative reactions
So I am not master of myself.
I am a slave to my negative reactions.
I am not free.

I cannot control my habit of self-justification
So I am not master of myself.
I am a slave to my habit of self-justification.
I am not free.

I cannot control my unconscious manifestations
So I am not master of myself.
I am a slave to my unconscious manifestations.
I am not free.

I cannot control the indifference to suffering
Fuelled by my subjective opinions
So I am not master of myself.
I am a slave to the indifference to suffering
Fuelled by my subjective opinions.
I am not free.

I cannot control my violent temper
Rearing its ugly head
When confronted with opposing points of view
So I am not master of myself.
I am a slave to my violent temper
Rearing its ugly head
When confronted by opposing points of view.
I am not free.

I cannot control a sense of false pride
At my prestigious position in the big society
So I am not master of myself.
I am a slave to a sense of false pride
At my prestigious position in the big society.
I am not free.

I cannot control my willingness
To send people to their deaths
Rather than concede that I could be wrong
So I am not master of myself.
I am a slave to my willingness
To send people to their deaths
Rather than concede that I could be wrong.
I am not free.
I am death itself
Even though I walk and talk and breathe.

© Geoff Davis 2013