where's the some for, one for, gotta make a run for?
...yeah, "Imagine"


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I cannot 'pledge' allegiance.
I cannot find my heart!
My hands are tied
Behind my back,
Stiff and sore,
In this strait-laced,
Rough-and-raw-Slave-picked-cotton,
White Designer
Jacket.

Like License Plates made by inmates
Of another stripe. Oh?
Not          quite ...
Quite like,
Most not
Not
          Not
Designer Whites
Pin Stripes?

Black-lit
Back
HIT
Cotton-picked
Cotton
Padded
DNA
Dope Cells
black and blue and brown and  who?




Do YOU SEE the Flag of those who HAVE?
Of course, You Do. Hah! You who Can Surrender!


I don't have,
I?  (don't have?)
Too hard to BE at Peace.
Peace.  
Peace?
I cannot see this 'Peace'!   
No, no...No!
When? Ever? All?
... One?

Oh, and           re: Your Public?
Which?
those who have not   fallen?
YOU JUST(?) DON'T
GET IT.
Oh, God.
GOD?    
      WHOSE?



I cannot CRY for YOU,
But I can ...
Cry.
And I can
Wipe my nose
On my sheets
When I
lay myself
to rest.



One People. One People.
Under One God...
Ever?
Liberated?
Free?
All?
No, we've yet to learn
And my heart won't listen to my
Head and my hands
So tied.

But I can speak.
I have some words
left...
And when this selfish Wannabe Altruist
Grows up, enough, I can behave and work
For
What
is
Better.



I can hope a bandage works
For a moment
And I ... (someday?)
WIll Rise...
And
I will
Stand
With
All.


I must sleep now...I must struggle no longer.
Please, let me rest.  I have to wipe my nose
on my sheets.   I'd like a pillow, please?

Then, if I sleep, I will be allowed a Podium.
My heart will be found and my arms will be free
enough to hold the others, all so, still so
fearful of You.

Those who have 
Not  surrendered?
Those  who  have --
not.