In my soul, I have my own creative independence.
But outside of it, I have too many judges and juries.
Who tell me what subjects, I can write about.
Who I should vote for, for their religious reasons.
People who require an oath pledge to their views.
Please tell me, what to do to be an American?
You cannot be a liberal, for they are all sinners!
Yet I was one of them, who believed in civil rights.
Wanting to free the blacks of America’s persecution.
Today some companies cannot employ you for
You must not have any views, even on your own time.
Please tell me what to do, to work as an American?
If one sees something so morally wrong to them
That they write about its negative effects.
But the status quo does not like free speech,
So gossip assign their judge and jury in labeling.
Fabricating things like they were politicians
And they complain about football sportsmanship.
Look what they do to each other in the same party.
Please tell me, I do not have to become a politician!
I cry within my own mind, to see all this intimidation,
Which Americans use against each other, inflicting pain.
While fighting for sportsmanship in professional sports,
The sports of politics in un-sportsmanship trickery.
Sending flyers, video tapes, and trash literature,
Who is going to regulate these self-righteous politicians?
We need umpires who can revamp the rules of play for the
Representatives of the greatest free democracy on earth!
Whose red white and blue has turned into scarlet letters.
Would mothers stand for their children to do this at home?
To destroy, demean, chastise, lie; debauchery at its best,
Soap operas living in our national and state legislatures.
American needing ticket to open discussions preplanned.
They should all go to Iraq, to fight for what freedom means!
Please tell me, what freedom, democracy means to US?
Today in the depression of my life, I willingly stay unemployed
For I will not stand for corporate America, to say be quite.
You cannot write on your own time, in your own home!
In my starving words, my funds will dwindle but minds
Must open, to question everything, in only the truth of answers.
They can judge me a sinner, liberal, heathen, and other labels.
Have them show me their extreme conservative prejudices.
But never upon never upon never call me un-American!
Because they want to dictate to this mind, I must follow them!
So I will be judged by the jury they select to condemn me.
There is one, repeating there is only one, who will judge me.
He gave me life and a free mind in a constitution called America.
Please tell me; why only so few voices are American?
So I will work without pay, volunteer myself to diversify America,
From the deepest part of its soil, to the highest peak of liberty.
Who am I to accomplish this? No body but a liberal dreamer,
Who believes America is about its entire people, even the homeless.
That wealth does not give you special privileges upon a throne.
But I would give them one to do their business in, relieving themselves.
That American masters have no slaves here, to do their dirty business.
That voting is free and that anyone telling another how to vote
Should be sentenced to a fine of Constitutional indecency.
Fraternities dictating who to vote for, have their charters yanked,
For we will not be a part of the Greek fraternity of social ranking,
For their memberships are not about the diversity of America.
America is not for the wealthy but an American rainbow of fellowship.
Please tell me again, why I have to vote for these wrestlers?
You can then be the judge and jury to a poet’s dreams!
Then sentence me to the gates of heaven where my words
Will gain me entry or condemn me to my worst fate, joining
Some US politicians still preaching for themselves in lies.
God please tell me, that you won’t be so cruel to a poet.
Give a sign, a nation healing to higher standards of mutual respect.
So choose, to be the judges and on the juries lynching on gossip.
I choose to be free of passing judgment, for if I would abused it
And found one innocent person guilty, then my soul will tarnish.
My words must be of humility, compassion, peace, and tranquility,
To fellow human beings born in a world of diversity He created.
Please tell me why I write, and I shall bless you to your words.
Somewhere in America not on company time 03/31/05 ©
The Terminated Free Spirited Poet