was just suspected although no clear evidence but thought that freedom was never attainable even with the chains removed since shackles of laws were formed
the brown bag prophet
was reading
a book
about freedom
when
he stopped me
and said
freedom
is dependent
upon
wealth
the richer
you are
the
longer
the leash
you have
to wander
away from
the elected
police state’s
junkyard
hell
if you’ve
enough money
you
get to be
a range free individual
giving only
token
compliance
to
societal
and
governmental rules
but
most folks
ain’t got
that
kind of money
so
they stay
tethered
held in place
for
their entire life
oh
some people
get
to have
the equivalent
of
dog runs
letting them
think they’re enjoying
freedom
but
those dog runs
merely
simulate
freedom
cuz’
there’s a fine mesh
of
policies and procedures
to deter
their rights
deterrents
always
presented
as
for their protection
from
those vicious
colored
junkyard dogs
but
the fact is
freedom’s
an
illusion
for
most folks
a compromising
ignis fatuus
pretend for a moment
that
freedom is attainable
freedom
to love
and
be loved
by
anyone you choose
let’s add to this fantasy
let’s pretend
freedom
is all about
the individual
and
not what’s been defined
by some group
as
freedom
so
in this game
men and women
are afforded
the same opportunities
and
are rewarded
according
to their
level of performance
not
their gender
oh now here’s a real serious twist
to
the game
let’s pretend
that the color of your skin
has no bearing
on
what freedoms
one can have
or
the moral support
one receives
from
world societies
such that
a war in africa
and
a war in ukraine
would receive
the same level
of
active empathy
and
intervention
oh
there’s
no need for you
to worry
about learning the rules
for it’s
just a game
of
make believe
a sliding scale from poisonous politeness to grand larceny nations unwilling to look into their own mirror for fear the reflection will show their true self the deep festering scars of injustice the blood shot eyes of drunken power politics and the cancerous rotting flesh of freedom so it’s been decided to replace all the mirrors with hand painted mythical portraits of nonexistent nations found only in panglossian pages of history
ain’t
nobody
at
the back of the bus
we’ve
decided
to
walk
to
hell
rather
than ride
cuz’
if we ride
we’ve
got to pay
to be
sharecroppers
of
existence
besides that
we’ll
get to hell
that
much faster
than
if we’d
walked
so
we’ve
decided
to
walk to hell
don’t
make no difference
how
soon
we get there
what
awaits us
is
always
the same
a game
where
we’re
always
given
the short side
of
the field
to
play
with
rules
written
in
our blood
that
express
a whimsical
notion
of
equality
but
clearly
convey
that
we can’t win
so
no need
to
hurry
that’s why we’ve
decided
to
walk
to
hell
please don’t say those words again about us all getting along because we can’t hell even lovers can’t do that so why do we pretend that the embedded rebars of ignorance and hate can be chiseled from centuries of layered contrived history each previous attempt has been paved over with more hatred and fabricated reasons to fear others that are not understood nor acknowledged for that matter so please do not bother me with can’t we all just get along
what’s
before us
seems less
clear
the details
like
the truth
cannot be
distinguished
from
what
is hidden
in
lies’ shadows
those
words
between
the words
said
that are
so easily confused
with
reality
for
most disciples
of
tykhe
desire
that
their
beliefs
are
the gospel truth
though
most often
they
are not
rather
they’re
a convenient tool
for
political salesmen
to use
to
sell their snake oils
seems like
carnivals
have not
really
gone
out of style
in
the political circus
public schmucks
continue
to toss
balls of dollars
at
leaded kewpie dolls
that only fall
when
the peddler’s bank account
has reached
a stage
of
overflowing
or
the poor sap
is
about
to walk
away
before
their pockets
have been
fleeced
completely
to
fund
an undeserved
retirement
for
personal
public
service
at
which point
the only one
needing
a white cane
is
the public
i’m not sure
why i didn’t notice
it before
perhaps
the window
was partially opened
and
i must
have been closer
to
the window
so
the stench
went
unnoticed
but
i’ve heard
others
speak
of
it
but
i was certain
for awhile
that
they were
quite
mistaken
but
now
the smell
is
totally
oppressive
putrid smells
of
a slaughterhouse
bends
my body
to
the ground
as
i retched
when
i realize
that
in
the darkness
of
these
last few years
it was
the smell
of
the rotting corpse
of
freedom
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