May Gumbytron heap blessings on you and yours

Contrato social (Photo credit: Daquella manera)

in silence
conceived as seed
a spawn crying out at birth

but that was not to be done
crying out

so conditions of course had to be met
conventions, social contracts
for of course there were others
others, conditioned, living in convention
by whose hand?
the voices heard were echoes of their own

but damn the voices crying
in the wilderness of silent sheep
as ravening wolves
damn all who rise of above the hum
of the obedient crowd

it has been thus
let it be
we have grown accustomed to our dull hum
why must you question?
what have you gained with your complaints?
but the ire of the reaper?

we have gained
ourselves
and something that the reaper
cannot take away from us