Plato's CaveA Poem by spenceDon't be afraid of the light!Plato’s cave from the cradle to the grave Learn your place as the schools indoctrinate Taught to play- competing is the game Then you join the race and seasoned rats dictate the pace Toward the fat cat’s plate for crumbs that tumble is your fate It’s the working wage that makes you think you’re not a slave But only products craved inform decisions that you make When you’re old and frail- you might realise it was fake But guess what mate? By then it’s far too late! Plato’s cave from the cradle to the grave! © 2011 spence |
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Added on October 11, 2011 Last Updated on October 11, 2011 |

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