Breathing's Blog

A vicious ring

I seem

To be caught in a dream

A societal scheme

A mockery

A conservative democracy

I have rules and regulations holding handcuffs

And stalking me

There's a flag

Sewn by the hopes of the past

It's being burned by the greed

Of a Machiavellian social cast

A burning bush is the ringleader

Setting flames upon our youth

Hiding in a mask of purity

Trying to elude the truth

But we keep paying taxes

Maintaining the fascist quo

While we empty our pockets

We scream "Let our soldiers go"

We're contributors

Whether we like it or not

Though we don't pull a trigger

Our greed is getting people shot

Indecision

Political division

We need a surgical incision

To repair the collision

Between politics and moral religion

This is our country's position

50 states in a state

Of constant debating

And in the struggle commonality's fading

A statistical society

Egotistical

Balanced by moral sobriety

Confliction between what is and what should be

Between certainty and possibility

With one question

Resting

On the tongues

Of the young

"What does the future of the world hold for me?"

What do I do to be all I can be

According to Bush I should strap on fatigues

And fly overseas

But what would Bush say

If in my womb was a babe

Who would one day

Grow

To blow

The U.S. away

Pro life?

I think not

I could kill an Iraqi with one shot

For the simple reason of his not being dead yet

But I can't consider terminating what hasn't developed a head yet

Hypocrisy  

The fulfillment of a parental philosophy

One thing for you

Another for me

You can be what you want to be

As long as you walk

Talk

And think like me

Don't make my mistakes though

Just say "no"

Throw opportunity

For lunacy

Out the purple hazed window

I'm strapped in a straight jacket

Made in a factory

The faceless facet

Workers stimulating economy

Money  talks a whole lot of shit

But the homeless man never sees it

And when he gets a glimpse

All he wants is to eat it

Circular flow

Exchanging labor for dough

Not enough for the blue collar to blow

No

They got a family

Gotta buy shoes over candy

The little people who stood on corners demanding

Better wages

They're courageous

Like those women burning bras

Steppin up to male-type jobs

Rigorously riveting beneath their pristine blonde bobs

Linking hands making a social stand

In the spiritual bonding of a sisterly band

Equality

It's what this country has worked for

But when equality's in session

Freedom is meaningless folklore

It's a mystery

What affiliation should I declare for me

Enigmist is my resolution

A never-ending question

A series of endless doubtful expression

A conservative liberal

Libertarian with a populist tendency

I'm a political chameleon

Grey elephant or grey ass

Depending

The constitution states that all men are equal

Though it took a hundred years to make it official

Red and yellow

Black and white

Were never equal without a fight

Abolition was deserving

But never an inherent right

The world is decrepit

Got killers

With no feelings

Ready and willing

To confess it

Death row is a comfort for most

Free meals and a roof

Until they're ready to ghost ya

But which killer's worse

That's the question here

The one

That used the gun

Or operating the chair

Again a double standard

Where is the difference

A lethal contradiction between gun or injection

There's almost no difference between intention and protection

I plead the 5^th

Though I stand convicted

I've committed sins

But that information's restricted

That's between me and God

God, yeah I said it

Whoever it is I thank

Cause I'm not dead yet

I've still got life

I've still got liberty

It's the best gift this country has given me

Or you

Which is why I still care

About the red white and blue

Last night:

I saw art imitating life

Today:

I hate life a little more

And love art immeasurably

Sylvia

At first, there was a belt

A hard blow

One for her

One for her sister

She bore them both

A back still bruised

She was further abused

And the next felt

Was a fist

A hard fist

One for her

And one for the lie she never told

She bore them both

Belly  sore

She suffered more

On her arm

Her hard arm

Hard flesh, black turned

Cigarette burned

Once for her

And once for the dime she never stole

She bore them both

Hole in arm

Still came more harm

A bottle

A hard bottle

Placed 'tween her thighs

She cried two cries

One for her

And one for the her they said she was

A bloodied skirt

She further hurt

When they pushed her down the stairs

Hard stairs

She tumbled down

She hit the ground

She stayed two weeks

One for her

And one for the deeds she'd not done

She bore them both

Broken child

She screamed wild

The children

The hard children

They kicked and hit

They laughed, and spit

Once for fun

Once to punish for things not done

She bore them both

And by their hand

That ignorant band

They brought  death

A hard death

She died in vain

And in such pain

But she bore it

All

Watch An American Crime, to see Sylvia's Story