Opium is the religion of the masses

[burrealist]

Opium is the religion of the masses
 
The rich throw us under their mill,
indiscriminately grind our flesh & bones, ("Indiscriminately" is a very well-chosen word.)
yet forbid us poppies to succor (I've envisioned these poppies are red, like blood shed from the flesh and bones. So I also imagine the poppies are smeared on their mill now.)
our mental anguish or quite our pitiful moans. (I understand the place for "mental anguish", for those who have suffered under the mill. I also think rich people suffer. You've spoken about the rich as if they don't know suffering, or I have only read that. If I spent more time thinking about these words, I may come to a different conclusion/epiphany. However, I do think some of the rich people have mistakenly fallen in and felt our pain. Also, I think some rich people throw each other in each other's mills. Are the rich so quiet themselves, or do they moan pitifully over considerable nonsense?)

(These four lines are provocative, well-written, and display quite an economy of language. I'm noticing, as a whole, there is a clash between the physical pain being described and the mental pain being stated. Is that deliberate?)
 
erthona
 
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