The following piece is my entry for the awesome Constrained Writing contest #8 held by @svashta.
I'd love to hear your feedback, please feel free to drop me a comment if it tickles you.
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What is inevitable...
What has been said and what's been done, is only memory in mind. What glory that is yet to come still hides behind the tides of time.
What is this life if anything 'cept stories and discovery? What is the meaning to the strife if all is just commodity?
What grandiose stories we've been told to hide away the source! What wonderous excuses sold to make it all seem cold!
What battles are we fighting in - day in and out forever? What signifies our existin' on this plane of endeavours?
What can we do if all we have is time to serve agendas? What are we missing out on now if all we are's pretenders?
What concepts to be blinding us to their own sheer amazement! What glory they must feel when they see us at their disgracin'.
What they cannot control however is spirit of the soul. What they have underestimated's the passion of us all!
What one might think he has pinned down will keep himself the captive. What power is to one of them may be what binds him at it!
What they had thought they'd done to us is all but sure to end. What will they do when it comes down to ever make amends?
What is in store for all of us if we just keep on sleeping? What is the call to wake us up from lifetimes of agreeing?
What spans of time must pass through us, what trials 'n' tribulations? What else can we do now than learn our lessons from enslavement?
What we don't know that is the truth about our situation? What we're ensuring is the cage, and that's the revelation!
What slavery has done to us worked only through volition. What we are yet to stumble on's that basic recognition!