In a tableau of power's plight,
A symphony of dominance takes flight.
A naked woman, poised and strong,
Her hand on waist, her stance a song.
A chain, colossal, binds her breast,
To a man on knees, where shadows rest.
Subjugated, he bends his will,
Misunderstood, yet yearning still.
But behold, another chain appears,
From the woman's breast to his mind's frontiers.
A twisted link of thoughts confined,
Where understanding is hard to find.
In this picture, a paradox blooms,
Of dominance and misaligned assumptions.
For chains can shackle, both body and mind,
Blurring the truth that lies behind.
Through this image, a tale unfolds,
Of power's illusion, and stories untold.
May we seek wisdom, embrace the light,
To transcend the chains that blind our sight.
Let us foster empathy's gentle call,
To bridge the gaps and break down walls.
In the depths of understanding, we'll find,
A harmony where hearts align.
©Marcuspoet. #inkslave