At Odds

"To don the freedom of civil garb
  we stand again to look at America squarely in the face.
  This country of ours, despite all
  its better souls have done and dreamed;
  is yet a shameful land...
  It lynches
  It disenfranchises its own citizens
  It encourages ignorance
  It steals from Us
  It insults Us
  We return from fighting, we return fighting.
  Make way for democracy."

  ~W.E.B Du Bois


There is a voodoo about suppressing change.
Not the healing kind, but that glamour of infinite possibility...
A hex chanted over the citizen, for the right look.
The clique of hip, the fear for originality offering you a different colored box in which one should fit.
Not one station will mix its music to the worlds or times variety.
Only popular hits reign supreme, same as those who spout rhetoric, popular cause.
The news shall tell you your concerns, divide Our politics into only two.
 Those aged lines spread across your brow, how horrid and demoralizing...there's a cream for that..."act now."

Fear your feelings and let the right folks show the way to proper expression.
There are groups who will tell you right from wrong, you must dismiss the odd or strange changes, knee-jerk reactions,  your mind and gut scream for you to explore.
To be...is to be learned...

I cry foul
for happy institutions and Versace bags.
Weekend-warriors and pleasant weather motorcycle riders who sport just the Harley swag in Halloween mind-sets.

Condition the individual to fit on pin-head ideals and government approved rock N roll.
Warning labels will let You think it's racey or taboo.
Skin and body parts tease with a product while citizens are driven by frenzy to a state of constant want, two-car garage and 2.5 kids.
Its in the milk ...udderly
Every year the skin gets clearer.

I heard neighbor kids yesterday, playing on their chemical lawn and talking about what they were going to explore next....Kidding...those homes are as silent as always.
While the boat sets in the driveway eating at the pocket of the seasonal skier who props his favorite football team with a cozy for his beer and belly.
"Dave put a new bar in his basement, You should see that flat-screen."

Old are the ways in the art of conversation.
The ply of a many-thumbed acceptance and agreeable nature.
Share that picture of You with your favored coffee flavor with all one hundred friends; call yourself sociable for the minute you scroll and hop on to the coveted app of abstinence.
Wait...was that a tweet I heard, Oh John...lol...he posts the wackiest things.

What number are you...
I'll program that in and send that funny video...

What number are you citizen?




~The Prisoner~

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