Alien Blues 

Carrots dangle on strings 

before their eyes 

as whips snap and crack 

in the form of lies  

and the stress and strain  

is all they know 

while a cadence blares 

it’s rock and roll 

and the pay never seems 

to make the grade 

and then there’s the fear 

of another raid 

but the masters still smile 

for all they’ll save 

in the ancient tradition 

of owner and slave.