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Journeying To The Edge Of The Wilderness
No, not at last, Now!
Today we must live free!
Now is the time and the time
is now for us to liberate ourselves;
liberate ourselves from our own chains—
chains that have clamped themselves
tightly around our challenged minds.
A wasted mind is just that: wasted!
Man’s creation! God never created waste;
just like He—our God—never created slaves!
Let us not be as crabs in the bucket; but as those
that walk upon the banks and across the sands of time
patiently building fortitude to sustain the challenges
out of—as well as in—the rivers and seas of this life.
Let us not be like Humpty Dumpy—finger-ripped
and pushed into Things Fall Apart pieces—
that mainstream democracy has freely ignored.
What a mockery of the national judiciary—
the so-called Supreme and all the others—
justifying today’s blatant political Quantum Leap!
The Brave New World has now come full circle;
its Hunger Gang tentacles jangling satanic
influence upon their warped minds:-
Once more and again it’s too late to realized
that you can’t un-ring the rung bell once
it has been rung—Even if it was just in jest:-
Ghosts of slavery’s past creeps back to
regeneration: our free lives still don’t matter
As if a setting sun, the clenching, uncomfortable
silent majority suddenly—abruptly—return to
their own weary class-based struggle.
Today’s renegade unmasked man now rides
amuck a façade horse of constitutional propriety;
pitting in the faces of the masses, double dog daring
them to do anything about—if they should dare try to.
Across the vast distance of present political time and space,
we once again find ourselves struggling in the periphery—
seeking a higher consciousness of kind to weed out
the cancerous growth that the bogeyman of deception
has planted in the minds of the debilitating weak.
As for the prune-dry piano board masses—
liberty once again sags like a limped, dry breast
drained of its milk of justice: abandoning its child;
smirking a devious smile as the night’s deceit
passes swiftly into deeper darkness of itself.
Yet behold this! God is not mocked!
As the night moves further into its darkness,
surely it moves also towards a new rising sun
ushering in the dawning of a new day begun.
Truth—stained and debased—preens itself.
Indeed “…weeping may endure…[tearfully]…
for the night, but joy comes in the morning.”
And is it not also written
in those enlightening words
that constantly reminds us that…
Whatsoever a man sows…
So shall be his reaping…?
