Poodles in Bondage

Etchings cut in silk
wrinkles dark, highlights milk
contrast broken landscapes
in colorblind dreams.
No pulsing hornets body
ever looked so mean
as the road to serfdom.
We suffer armed ignorance
with appalling bent.
False charity, sadly
independent from personal intent.
Swallowing deep the seductive lure
and mulct 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 worshiping power.
A philosophy of self hate...
Poodles in Bondage
from foot to pate.
One cannot be, and not be too!
just as one cannot be free,
and not free too.
whither in a voting booth
or in 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.
Who do their social best,
to redistribute and intervene
A deadly ratchets grip,
as kind and gentle as a battleship.
Organize, systematize
and again reorganize
and legitimize injustice and murder
Appearance means more than
substance anyway, right?
Proud speeches on the steps,
propaganda for the pooches
who beguiled into
cannibalizing their own lives
in cages of false security
search search for blame
instead of creation.
Is this honestly the best we can do?
Just law is not maternal
It cannot understand
It is not loving or warm
and it 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 defense
Is all just law can be
Nothing else makes sense