Poodles in Bondage

Etchings cut in silk
Wrinkles dark, Highlights milk
contrasting broken landscapes
in colorblind dreams
no pulsing hornets body
ever looked so mean
as the road to serfdom
suffering armed ignorance
with appalling bent
and false charity sadly
torn from personal intent
swallowing deep the seductive lure
and barb of socialism
half- truth sound bites
perpetual fraud and alibis
pretense of knowledge
outrageous lies
anything to avoid the truth
that just law has been perverted
into reflections of would-be kings
where legal plunder presides
as standing weapons of stupid greed
slavish forms of lust disguised as Love
by zealots worshipping power
a disfigured philosophy of hate
poodles in bondage
is what we are

One cannot be and not be too
one cannot be free and not free too
not in a voting booth
nor with a bribe
there is no such thing as
a better kind of slave
freedom has been outlawed
a whole peoples dispossessed
by make-work politicians and jurists
who do their social best
to redistribute and intervene
a deadly rachets grip
as kind and gentle as a battleship
organize,systematize and reorganize
legitimize injustice and murder
appearance means more than substance anyway
Proud speechs on the steps
propaganda for the pooches
who beguiled into cannibalizing
their own lives
in cages of feigned security
search for blame
instead of creation

Just law is not maternal
it cannot understand
It is not loving or warm
and will not hold your hand
a negative is all that is offered
and blankets all the same
in correct tense
the communal extension
of personal self defense
is all just law can be
nothing else makes sense