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PERSONAL LIBERTY

 

You spin against the righteous

You lose

But who are the righteous

And how do you choose?

            Are they the pounders of the book

            Or the receivers of Jesus’ look

            Leaving them with words

            But empty of the vessel

            So they pour out in seamless agony

            Verbs and nouns all juxtaposed haphazardly

Here we stand, looking for meaning

There flies a falcon

Looking for a meal

Hovering above the bluff

The updraft is enough

To find stasis in this world

For a minute or two

It all makes sense

And then . . . poof

No purpose, no consent, no division either

Just consignment

            Take me out to the ballgame

            The war veterans once sang

            Now the losers fling burning cardboard

            At the granite court house

            Once a symbol of justice

            Now a mob of false virtue

            Proclaiming their virginity

            In a world of complicity

            Between the powers of Congress and Press

A symbiotic perversity

Of the end of national greatness

Unless we reembrace personal liberty                                              200807.1