We Are The Slaves Of

We Read To Know We're Not Alone.

Use Your Power Gently.

All The Fear In The World, And The Violence That Comes From The Fear, And The Hatred That Comes From The Violence, And The Lonliness That Comes From The Hatred. All The Unhappiness, All The Cruelty, It Gathers Like Clouds In The Air, And Grows Dark And Cold And Heavy, And Falls Like Grey Snow In Thick Layers Over The Land. Then The World Is Muffled And Numb, And No One Can Hear Each Other Or Feel Each Other. Think How Sad And Lonely That Must Be.

Why Should I Be Honored? Don't I Have Enough Attention, Comfort And Power Already?

We Are The Slaves Of Slaves