Thoughts on Free

Tasks
masks
and
momentary peace
made out of
bartering lords
for weapons
and sections of
genetic purity
searching
with wolfish grins
to sin
more divinely
in the presence
of the holy
dollar sign
and then
there is me
searching for
balance
in a world
too unsure
and not
afraid
enough
of their own actions
subject
to searches
unconstitutional
but necessary
to be free
lies
fries
and a medium coke,
please.
caught on tape
at every corner
going unnoticed
the eyes
of zealots
with pink umbrellas
and cheap cologne
standing like a 1930s
private eye film
under the lamp
in the rain
watch everything.
Is anyone listening?
can you not hear
the cries of shadow
in the night
under covers
lovers
trying to hide
their affections
for fear of
someone else’s
god
sending warriors
in the guise
of old women
mothers
children and
men
to shame
maim
and cast into hell
their dreams.
What makes these aggressors
any different from
The megalomaniac leaders
In near and faraway places
Shotgunning
Innocent faces
Zooming out from
Life
Bringing death
With a price
For oil
Soil
And cash crops
Slinking upward
Into the mouths
And minds of
Corporations
And nations
Too high up to
Notice
You or me.
To them
we
Are fodder
Fire
And filth
We are insignificant
and truth be told
we ARE the cancer
bringing change
to this disease
called presidential free-dumb.
So when the tasks
And masks and momentary peace loving
dollar sign grubbing lords of our age
Step out on to the stage.
Say no to what they are selling
Take back what they are spelling
Out as the only truth
And actually be
free