Iconoclastic,
retold classics
Peddled as rubble,
Actually Precious mettle,
Coveted Hard Stones,
Spirited far from home….
Sifting thru
non-fictional, captions,
Of How, What, Why-come?
e happens….
Stirring Mysteries,
In this land for free
Somebody must have paid a fee,
Evidently, for all CAN see,
Societal poverty, numerous atrocities
Discarded can-do(s) following
Unfit lines of authority, 2b redeemed,
Covered in cream, life of A-Merry-Can….
Fiendin’ and protesting, for an opening,
Clutching onto reservations for nations within nations
Casinos are the polls, gambling to influence
Media is free and extorted to hone delivery
Wait in line for equal rights, in this merry-can-go-round
Colonial capitalists, eating off us, A-Free-Can, as food, drives
So I run away, to back in day, Motherland crime scenes
Hoping to dig up my A-Free-Can roots, sadly I find...
Missionary versions’ of chopped down family trees
Resources of truth are strip-mined in the minds’ of youth
All I see is Despots ruling or standing in for good ole Merry-Cans
So the line moves me a little closer to redemption, 2b resold, rebranded
So I’m told for conservation because climate is changing……
I hope to one day be really proud 2b A-Merry-Can……crushed….
I know I was better off buried within the dark continent,
At least then, or when, I could appreciate being A-Free-Can!!!