Status Updates From Selected Poems

A part from the collected works

They want war.
He who wrote it
Has already fallen.

And while a man is flesh and blood
He wont be driven until he drops.
He will want no slaves beneath
And no masters up on top.

Hungry man, reach for the book: it is a weapon.

Ancient tale and epic story
Tell of heroes' lives untarnished:
Like the stars they rose in glory,
Like the stars they set when vanquished.
This is comforting and we should know it.
We, alas, who plant the wheat and grow it.
Have but little share in triumphs or disasters.
Rise to fame or fall: who feeds our masters?