Those who
Demand
You be like them
Or die
Or just be shunned
Abused
Deemed as animals
Or Zombies
Or just The Borg
Fulfill Rousseau
A governing by polls
And when the polls fail
The ruling classes
Do what they want anyway.
I mean who can stop them?
It's not like it's 1215
There is no new Magna Carta
Even the Declaration
Is called Abomination
And calls are growing
To bomb our nation
But why?
The looters, like rats
In an abandoned grocery,
Are taking everything
Off the shelves
Trashing our sacred places
While demanding their own
Safe-from-life spaces
The true pandemic
Was not a Chinese virus
Or even the Salem-ish response
But the apathy, the excuses
For exiting a world far too corrupt
And too sophisticated
[ And what is sophistry again?]
And as they have been lied to believe
Too dangerous
So they bought into virtual unreality
As a better, less risky substitute.
Video game kills don't really kill you
Like stray bullets ... or knives...
But the siren songs and catcalls
On the spinning web
And in the daily jail sessions
Where dissent gets you expelled
Blackballed, de-platformed
And you already did not really exist.
On this Day long ago
Was born a man who
Said
Dude, we live by a different code
We have a different abode
You enrich yourselves
We enrich those around us.
That inner voice
That tug of heart
That says
Heed not the sirens
For they bring death
And steal your essence
And hold you captive.
Like the dancing cobra in abasket
You are spellbound
Captive
Though you have the words
To break the spell
To leave the cage
To live free,
Captive only
To the voice
That guides you through
The darkest valleys
And frees you from being
Just another brick in their wall
Trust them not
Their plans are not The Plan
Their rule of fear and lies.
And you can do much better
Living free.
