life

by

your privacy….

dear sir
or
madam
we deeply regret
to
inform you
that
your child
has been sold
into
slavery
we’re certain
that
your offspring
appreciates
your every effort
to shield
and
shelter them
from
this most
inevitable fate
but
as you
may not know
government agencies
are quite capable
of
monitoring
and
recording
all aspects
of
human communication
note
our
propensity
to
detect
even
the slightest
electronic impulses
see article
regarding
voyager2 space probe
as
an example
of
what we can do
with
surveillance
when
we put
our minds
to
it
or
you
might want
to
look at
those marvelous
satellite images
which
clearly indicate
we can see
even
the time
on
your watch
or
the text
of
the book
you’re
currently reading
however
we will
continue
to
support
you delusion
of
privacy
by
limiting
what photographs
can be
taken
by
non-governmental professionals
as part
of
some artistic statement
or
attempt to document
society
with
that in mind
you can be assured
that
photographs
of
your child’s enslavement
and
location
will not be
revealed
to
anyone

 

by

grasp straps and pull…

distant words
abhorring
overheard
intended
but
veiled in denial
then
an
all’s well smile
flutters before eyes
repeated gestures
of
oppressors
seen
more times
than
one can count
objective
to grease
success’ pole
before
anyone attempts
to
climb out
of
poverty’s pit
a pit
stared into
by
tormentors
from
its edge
gilded
with
promises
serrated sides
from which
despots
offer
encouraging words
and
relay
how they
arose
from the pit
but
they used
the
stairs

 

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escape from each other…

we are
from
the beginning
confined
to
within the lines
from
kindergarten
until
we are
unceremoniously
covered
with dirt
and
placed
into neat rows
with
the occasional
rebel
stuffed
into
a ceramic jar
a jar
to
be placed upon the shelf
along with
the
other
knickknacks
collections
of
framed
photos
or
mementos
from
cruise ships
none the less
we are
still confined
to
stay within
the
predefined borders
of
existence
attempts
to
escape
through meditation
or
encampment
at
some
wall to wall
walden pond
merely
represents
movement
to
another part
of
life’s venn diagram
it seems different
but
one’s thoughts
are
still within the cramped space
of
musings of others
unable
to
truly
be
independent

 

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dooming moral choice…

simple to ignore
the faces and lives destroyed
when your eyes are closed
if you ask for forgiveness
you’ll find that our ears are closed

 

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self-delusion…

can your recall
their names
those
people
you called
lifelong friends
can you
recall their
face
their voice
the warmness
of
their touch
oh
it’s not a crime
if
you can’t
but
it’s
a reminder
you
will be
forgotten

 

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poison the well…

words carefully dropped
into a child’s mind to hate
contaminates life

 

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gnarled old trees…

been
rooted
in the broken promises
of
freedom
for
over two hundred years
so
it should be of no surprise
that
we have grown
roughened
in
our views
of
the future
and
misshapen
in
our attitudes
for
hope
and
justice
in
this nation
oh
when we were young
we could
easily bend
and
not break
when
the winds
of
ignorance and hate
forced
us toward the ground
then
we would rebound
and
once again
grasp at the sky
but
now days
we refuse to bend
nor
do we have to
we have
an outside
that has grown hardened
and
an inside
having knotty memories
of
the pain
of
our lifetimes
we have
grown
and
survived
like
african mahogany