In A Mile Long of Masters.

Though vibrancy fosters
Under crush of utter toil,
A minnow of light.
That can be hunted,
In a mile long of masters
Becoming another ownership,
Devouring its loyal
Remodeled and replayed,
When all we can expect
Rely on or demand direct,
Has said we can elect
But we did not
Have the soil.

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