The Epic Lambs And Lions

Some poets are declawed of persona power,

Weak lambs, so meek, all they can do, is follow.

Yet, there are poets, with sharp talons,

Roaring lions, who take empowered leads.

Daily routines clone conformity, to set patterns,

Tuesday follows Monday - Friday clones Thursday

Wednesday balanced between other week days

Where last week mirrors, this week’s mundane schedule.

Marching in uniforms steps, as subservient serf slaves.

Programmed as shell confined chokehold work ants.

Narrow minds never allowed to change, the elite status quo.

To never question, never change preset predetermined allegiances.

One alone lives on one page of depth, upon one sentence girth,

Where the death certificate follows birth’s announcement.

Where in between Liberal paths less taken are negated.

Son to father, daughter to mother; grand follows patents.

Over Lord Politicians with Apostle stables leading political flocks.

Like Russian, Turkey, Israel, Egypt, Syria, China only one can lead,

And the rest of the nation is made to bow to Caesar’s Republic

Executive Privilege over legislators and civilian led Democracy.

Presidents becoming King and Queen in Victoria iron fisted rule,

Where Trump Royal Flush, And Hillary Super Delegates dominate.

Alas the Free Press folds independence To Be CEO paper puppets

Woe is Free Speech facing Right to Work, censuring Home Sweet –

Home corporate edict dwellings, wherein employees become pawns

Being told what they are allowed to do - Not To Be - Free Verse Poets,

Who question within the heartbeats of a Star Spangled Constitution

That flutters the Stars and Stripes to say NUTS to Plutocrat Autocrats.

Totalitarians do fear sword points in paper cut’s Freedom and Democracy

That Never Under Tyranny Surrenders (NUTS) Liberty and Independence.

In America, we are not an czar empire, but a nation that explores diversity

Where a nation is full of trial and tribulations, built upon new trail governance.

God Bless America, “We the People” are not To Be cloned by 1% wealth domination.

We are a nation that tilted the Earth that broke free of corporate shackles of power.

America is not a Conglomeration of Monsanto GE Chevron’s, who CEO’s dictate to us.

That one must remember Brutus, left the flock, for twenty pieces of silver- Overseas.

Over here and there, overseas, we have sent our pawns off to fight mandated wars.

Those at home like Trump, Bush juniors, Clinton, Cheney, and so many war mongrels

Prefabricated in what LIES in war so Halliburton Blackwater Carpetbaggers could profit.

That war is really about laundering limbs, to abscond with blood diamond windfalls.

So sad that America’s future is about Private Prisons, and moving headquarters overseas.

That Corporate Tax Free America welfare becomes paramount in homeless work travesty.

Oh Detroit, Oh Stockton, Oh Jefferson County, Oh America, how they betrayed “We the People.”

That the only recourse, with automated McDonalds, is to send another generation off to war.

Over here, over there, America sends its American Dreams onto the battleground of amputations.

Arm here, leg there, finger heart beats felt overseas in the RIP TAPS trumpet in a funeral caisson

March into Dover AFB flag draped coffins that are hidden in shame or the Truth that Warfare

Creates the War Veteran poet warriors whose true grit must question, those who stay home to lead.

Our U.S. leaders do not walk among commoner voters that the Right to Vote denies the homeless

Its earned representation, the Veteran brand is now with leaders who stayed at home in deferments.

They were the 1% that could afford that Cheney college, Clinton’s Ivy school, Trump’s medical reason,

Romney’s missionary along with Bush at home assignments.

Onward, onward America graduates our youth onto the warfare reality

That Lambs are led off to slaughter - as Lions roar back home.

Poet’s need Naught be Terminated Poetry but To Be enhanced with paper cut Truth.

David Lester Young 04/23/16