21900
How am I a slave ~
if my mind is free
unshackled
unchained
n o r m a l . .
is an extremist's
point of view
a different kind of poetry
an alternate philosophy
premised on the dogma
of the oligarchy
I'll fix my own wounds
heal my own self
manifest my own scars
strong enough
to emancipate myself
Vulnerable
enough to love and hate
without regret
patient enough
to wait on salvation
without spite nor malice
v e n g e a n c e i s m i n e
throw them out of heaven
just to see them fly
kill them all
just to watch them die
bury them
with sickle and chain
grounded in the dirt
so they may not rise again
I'm not my brother’s keeper
if my brother is a thief
not if . .
all he breeds
is woe
strife and grief
famine
thirst
the worst of these
discontent
and the murder of the innocent
How do we break this siege
when greed is omnipresent
and the soil’s
arid and barren
unfurrowed . .
the plough is broken
the oxen have died
the wells are sandy
the troughs dry
dust covers everything
even the sun
t h e m o o n b l e e d s
the harvest has forgotten
how abundant it used to be
but what once was
will again be
is the future
larger than the past . ?
is the now just a mask
that hides the truth . ?
a quantum illusion
of theory not yet known
woven by
an interconnecting net
of singularities
tethered by strings
born of things
w e k n o w n o t o f . ?
© mingoáo
