We reserve the right of freedom to fly                                                            Within the confines of invisible boundaries...

Under the false pretense of being free.

Never to soar to the height of truth's eclipse;

For the brave few that have dared... no longer speak,                                  But are spoken of in 30-second clips;

While we look on wearing our suits, and Ray Bans....          

Sipping latte.

It should be an evocation to bear arms                                                  

With  our pens at very least!                                                        

We've become so entangled by the web.                                                    

Blinded by our sites of choice.

We live in pseudoworlds on checks and ballances                                     For the interest of someone else's account.

Feeding on lie after lie

Deep-fried in saturated credit.

We only know the truths we pallate and possess.                           

Lacking the fittness of thought to find the final resolve:

Should it someday come from the fury of our fists...                                 And power of our bullets.

 All we have left  to  hang on to is what  faith  is worth in ideals

When words are only words.

 Copyright  June 14, 2009.