Posted on February 9, 2025  — 

Until the Cows Come Home

Till the cows come home,
Die in the service,
Is this slavery a curse
Or tools for the devoted?

Like so-called legacy doctors,
We’re branded as legacy thieves;
This legacy feels like a weight on me.

Life isn’t merely a tale;
Today, I rise above it all,
Gathering the courage
To embrace the nobility of a slave.

The victor stands alone.

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