Bonds

                Bonds

There are bonds that bind
And bonds that break,
Those that are kind 
Others that make us ache.

Some bind us with a silken cord,
Some tie us with a single thought
Into a group with one accord.
With some we are bought,

With some we are sold,
Others we purchase,
With silver or gold,
Some lift us up and others abase.

Of what kind of bondage
Are you aware?
Are we on the same page?
Or do you even care?