I stand here and watch the theater,
The comedy with of clowns with military hardware and nuclear missiles,
Of charades of fools coughing in the polluted air pretending it is not us.
I watch holy men whisper to their puppets to vote in secret against
what people voted for in public.
I see the sacred places trashed for a wall to hide us from the world.
I see our friends insulted and our enemies praised.
And more fools in red hats chanting to their hero.
While our saviors speak pleasant, snake-oil words to us from lofty seats
in the bright lights of this stage holding money behind their backs.
I am dizzy, not knowing where I stand anymore.
This cannot be the country I grew up in and loved.
But I look closer and see it is and was always this theater of humans
Pressing for the power they had no right to wield,
Blood and fire, smoke of guns, cannons, and machines,
Carving out the myth of our nation from the rock and flesh of this land,
and this people.
I am angry, and I shout out to them but I am not heard.
I refuse to be sucked into the sewer with them
I will not believe their lies and their fantasies, myths and stories.
I will not buy their products or their services.
I will be free!
I will not let any man rule over me!
(Only one woman… and maybe a few small children…)
I will live my life as a free man!
(With a government pension, earned from years as a civil servant)
Anarchy!
(As I turn up the thermostat against the winter cold…)
Oh...
I AM a part of this theater of clowns and fools… damn it!
(I still want to be free.)
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