What cruel and most deserving fate
that a nation built of european malcontents
and marauders
should now suffer the recompense of the
very injustices which they had fled
those centuries ago.
O peasant rabble, I address thee,
whose minds were once illuminated
by the light of human ideals
now grown dim, tarnished by denial
and stagnant natures.
We sought to free ourselves from
feudal lords, and
in our eager haste, did not look back
to see
that the hounds of commerce
had tracked our scent of flesh and bone
even across the vastest span of waters.
And we, like hares, believing ourselves so
clever,
though we were only quick,
thought that we had somehow
managed to outwit the plottings of
our invisible inquisitors,
and so fell into snares which had been set
through scheming lifetimes spanning
so many previous to ours.
We, the people, have fallen victim to
our own ineptitude..
As spiders drain the blood of flies,
it was ourselves who spun that web
of lies
that our wealth would be our power,
and willingly shaped
the reincarnate vision of our prolonged
indentured servitudes.
Lands doled out like candy from the
bulging pockets of thieves
to children high on the rush of dreams
and new beginnings,
who went forth and multiplied
in obeisance to the dictum of the
collective father figure.
No laws set but the ones we chose,
as sniggering ghouls lurked in the
backgrounds,
laying out the subtle strategies of
their machineries of manipulation.
We thought them our pawns, who
crossed those checkered paths and donned
the plastic crowns of kingship,
but we were arrogant fledglings in the game,
unwittingly pitted against those
seasoned masters of domination and control..
pieces only painted black and white
so that we might think there was a difference.
And even now, as the construct appears
to crumble, we strive to defend it
as though it were our own.
Banking loans on leases, we feed the beast
that it will not eat us in our sleep, as
we cower under covers of slick sedations,
our nightmares forming manifestations
which clearly show our only hope can lie
beneath the mattress of the bed which was
made for us
with sheets so tight we choke..
our screams stuck in our throats..
too unwilling and too feeble to admit
that we were wrong.
We dream of freedom, though it's
wrapped up in red tape
which is the very blood of our forgotten
brotherhood
of human, tree and beast all one
as whole beneath a single sun.!
We will unite and find our voice,
and take those steps,
and make that choice..
or we will wither, fade away
and let our souls to dust decay.
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Only when things get bad enough will people take action to save themselves . . . at least those who have not been lulled to sleep by the droning platitudes that come from above. Only when we control our own destiny and do not allow others to control it for us, can we say we are truly free. Freedom and self determination require some hard work and a willingness to govern ourselves . . . not just each other. We plant the seeds of our own destruction when we fail to bring restraint to our own lives and spend our days addicted to drugs, iPods, TV, food, laziness, computers (say it isn't so), and all the other things that wear us down little by little until we can no longer think clearly enough to understand what is going on around us.
I miss the days when free people were free and did as they saw fit and took pains not to get in the way of others who where doing likewise. It was called "human decency" and you treated people with respect because one day you might find yourself needing the help of your neighbor. In those days, daily choices often meant life and death and in fact they still do . . . but we have convinced ourselves that nothing matters. We have convinced ourselves that "someone will fix it" or "the government will take care of it," but too often we find that what they fix isn't the problem and they are busy taking care of themselves, not us. It is still true, if you want something done right, you have to do it yourself. Also, if it costs over a TRILLION (with a "T") dollars it probably isn't a good idea . . . forget about heath care and stimulus, just send me a check and I'll figure out how to use it!
Now I'm on my soapbox. It seems to be easy to do these days. Do you think we should return to being governed by the original 30 page Constitution, rather than have 2,500 page legislative bills? The more they speak, the more lies they tell.
Great write. Obviously thought provoking. Well done!
Garrison
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Memories too fair
Ahh to read what was spoken. As dark as it is, it still brings forth the light of truth. -
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these are dark days, my friend..in many ways..but through the shadows cast by corruption, we may yet see the light of hope..it is nearer than it seems, i think..sort of a reversed learning curve..in which we must hit the bottom before anyone notices how bad it really is..i myself am enjoying the process of the "fall"..and anticipating the shift of the "bounce back"..
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'the middle class, they're just like pigs, the older they get, the dumber they get...the middle class, they're just like pigs, the older they get, the less they regret'
Jacques Brel
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hehe..sounds like a catchy little ditty.
..although i am told that pigs ae actually remarkably intelligent..smarter than dogs anyway..and my dogs are pretty smart soo....geez..i'm trying to think of a really dumb animal...sloths?..lemmings?..hmmm..
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I don't know where you stand. But I write about the same things.. it is sad so very sad. And it makes me sick. So long we have lived in comfort and it has rotted the minds of many Americans it seems that in the end without a problem to solve we create them .. and end up destroying ourselves. We are watching the fall of Rome. Witnessing history. And never be afraid to write things like this. If you are take a long look around you .. since if you speak to uphold the Constitution you are now consider a terrorist .. funny how things all turn out.
wonderful piece
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hehe..where do I stand?..why right here, right now, on my own two feet on the surface of the earth.
politics..ahh..they are something malevolent to the mind sometimes..for some..for others, they feed our fires..our need and collective desire for change..
i do miss the dream that we shared though, back when this was the new world..we could have done something brilliant with it, but humans are largely creatures of habit and visionaries are seldom appreciated..but!..never give up!..never say die!..it could still happen.
i do love it that we share these counter-societal views..one more flame in the fire..
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First, the face image thingie is very cute.
Wait a minute, I'll get you a soapbox so you can be seen by the gathering crowd in the town square...I believe its in front of Wall Street you have chosen to rally your believers.
Life is greed, I'm sure in cave man days there was this one fellow who horded all the venison or cave babes...nothing really ever changes...the rich will do so off the sweat of the middle class and at the suffering of the poor. It's the same in America, Canada, England, China....you name it...probably even on planet Nacturn in galaxy 576-2A lol.
When you are ready, I'll help you toss molotov cocktails at the federal reserve.
And for anyone looking for Anti-American activities...that was a joke, lol
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aww..spanks yem!..it's alll about the glasses..
slightly concerned about that soapbox..i've been attempting to figure out a way to share this with the world without becoming yet another assassinated martyr..i mean, it'd be sort of cool to be famous, but i'm just not sure i'd live for very long..
and oh you bitter man!..life is Not greed!..we want what we need and all else is excess which we are told to desire..if only we could somehow hold a mass de-programming session!....but you can so help me torch the man..we shall roast his bum with flaming words! (s-words?..swine, sycophant, slavemasters, sadists,..i'm sure there's a few more..)
Planet Nacturn is indeed as wartorn as our own..i have it on good authority..let us turn to the sirians for aid!
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this is a very thought provoking and powerful write! All so true, thank- you
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Tap, tap with the pointer
to gain the attention of the class,
as Ms. Charli begins the lecture
that opens wide the eyes and minds
of the eager students.
Bravo to the voice and words
of the eloquent social activist!
"We will unite and find our voice..."
Lay on, MacCharli!
M-C
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"ahem-hem..your attention please!"...she begins, directing a stare that is intended to be both beguiling and thoroughly engaging to the innate spark of curiousity which she knows lies in the heart of each and every student..."you! in the front row! wake up! there is no time for napping in this particular classroom of life!"..
god this poem felt damn good....has been recited four times since its inception this afternoon!..
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Good for you, Charli-green!
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oh many, though their hands were few, their minds were reached and bade me to..pursue and publish..find a page where poem may find a grander stage..
night for now..wine has sung it's lullabye..the only draught which contains deep sleep after a day such as this..not had in weeks..
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Good night, sweet princess!
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