Our masters rely on our labor to make them wealthy, on our children for cannon
fodder in war and on our collective chants for adulation. They would otherwise
happily slip us rat poison. When they retreat into their inner sanctums, which
they keep hidden from public view, they speak in the cold words of manipulation,
power and privilege, words that expose their visions of themselves as entitled
and beyond the reach of morality or law.
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