Watching my father.
I watch my father become the tool of his employer
even his emotions are formatted to what he gets paid ‘meagre’
but a god like keeping him on his knees
He knows no joy ,because it is attached to the conditions of the slave yard
he is made a convict for a menial wage
visitors come only for a day and they leave,
no loud laughter allowed
happiness is conditioned
freedom is determined by the landlord
all expressions are kept in check under the ceiling of regulations ...................fuck this
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