6-24-84
My fantastic flight
need not props
of right or left wings
foiling my air.
No manifest will
design, define, or deny
my destiny.
No self chained majority
will ever rule me
or judge my morals.
No elected representative
will elect
to represent me.
No class structure will contain me.
No status system will
symbolize my well being.
No general will order me to slaughter
for corporate interests abroad,
when the enemy are the homeless,
the starving, and the poor...
my brothers and sisters.
No dictator will enforce
his decrees and subjugate
my will to submission.
No smokescreen politician can
enter my backroom to deny me
hopes, wants, dreams, or drugs.
Bo morally bankrupt institution
will develop interest
on my account.
No religion can condone, condemn,
or redeem me: nor savior
martyr for my sins.
Nor does anyone deserve
my martyrdom.
There is love in my heart.
There is hope in my soul.
But my mind secretly concedes
to anarchy.
-dp-
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