Not to speak up when you see injustice about you.
To keep silent through fear.
To walk by when the weak and the poor are assaulted by power and ill-used by thuggery whether of the commons or of the state.
To put the comfort of salary before the insecurities of conscience.
To speak like reasoned honey and act like a coward.
To tug the forelock while the abusers of the planet roil in luxury.
To press down rage and turn it into servitude.
Not to see the golden threads that connect each to each.
To be concerned with mere money and to understand nothing of value.
To be known as 'a safe pair of hands.'
To be endlessly corruptible.
That, truly, is what it means to be a slave.