The Free Slave

by Sean Ash   Feb 7, 2012


We were once men riding the back of an open truck; our lives enslaved by the sheer power of words and determination of authoritative men. Now that we understand the meaning of these words, we no longer find ourselves enslaved by them but instead by the lack of authority which, inevitably, has pulled over and left us in the middle of nowhere with no direction, no determination, no purpose..

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