grist
grist for the military machine
foolish little boy dreams
of glory on some forgotten battlefield
as if freedom demands the blood
of those that love it
perhaps one day
war will be a fading memory
among those taught
freedom begs a better way
agnewpickens
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Posts Tagged ‘ freedom ’
why do i feel cold?
why
do i feel the cold?
on sunny days
when i should just rejoice
people
everywhere
going about their business
their business
in their enclaves of unawareness
or do they?
must they?
ignore?
the hourglass of freedom
draining
draining the fire
that once burned so brightly
why
do i feel cold?
you’re not paranoid
Metro_society (Photo credit: peterjaena)
you’re not paranoid
not in the least bit
we’ve been watching you
for quite some time
we find you rather dull, actually,
but commend you on your rabid consumerism,
the way you’ve bought into our system
you need not feel paranoid
we need you to stay the way you are
not questioning
not thinking
it’s only through your humble efforts
that we continue to thrive
requiem for a seed (Aaron Swartz)
English: Aaron Swartz at a Creative Commons event. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
SoundCloud Reading
repressed desire
a seed under the asphalt of society
waiting for light, for nourishment,
for freedom to live and breathe
a seed, a hope
not alone
among other seeds
under the asphalt
a seed breaks through
a seed is weeded in the asphalt
but has broken through
more seeds see the break, the light
they mourn a seed
and in their anger
find the strength
to break through the asphalt
Honey Boo Boo dyed for our sins.
With a tiny bit of faith in Gumbytron and a functional Level 4 Matrix Control Panel.
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