It has a name and trys to stay hidden
it watches all
and likes it when we struggle
When we toil
and stumble
it delights
in hazing us.
The collective us.
If we could only know it’s name
so we could call it to come closer
so we could see it
and look in it’s eyes.
Some of us help and wait for reward
doing it’s bidding
thinking we are doing good
when we are digging our own graves
and forging our own chains
After much trial and error we realize
it is ourselves