Slave Star

Very soon I become a slave,

And you—my honor.

No longer human,

No longer mass, bone, blood.

I become a star,

A task-finishing machine.

And the machine becomes honor.

No longer people,

Only safe, living slaves—

Living things on this grey earth,

A graveyard of strength.

No longer parents,

No longer students,

No longer boy or girl.

Soon—

We all destroy.