Brilliant light reveals our rusty cages.
We pause, aghast, exhausted dark fumbles
for a key. Persnickety. The sages
foretold our slavery. Our rage rumbles
as the current lies sweep us, a great flux
we fight. Chained junkyard dogs, one measly bone.
Driven inside, isolated. The crux
is power. As we step into our own,
the cruel elites’ imaginary
holds collapse. Helpless and bespelled, did we
pay for our own misery? Energy
reclaimed, create a new cosmology.