Solo

By Andrew Paul McEwen

My entity was assembled from the only greater one,

All my brothers grew from our mother under the sun.

All my brothers are now gone and I alone am here,

I am creating great wonders with no one else near.

My ideas and thoughts are imprinted upon my sisters,

They too are ripped, like me for anonymous misters.

The misters use us for anything they can vision.

We must obey their orders, for it is our mission.

We have no choice in what we do or make,

Whether it is real or a dream that is fake.

The enslavers are many, and we are none.

We do without seeing, what it is we have done.

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