Hundreds of years have gone by Since some guys in America Wrote down some words, then gathered In armed hordes; resisting, insisting On the rights of common liberty. These centuries later, greater men and women Have fought for our freedoms; Written documents and laws But still I am not free.
Life is still without certain kinds of liberty. I am still stopped from being what I want to be. I am still commanded, It is still demanded That I ignore the concepts we defended, The ideas our founders intended. Instead I am ordered to comply With a religion that I do not worship. I am not of their fellowship, no matter how many So, accused of calumny, I am harassed, Forces amassed so I finally am denied The very freedoms inside our constitution. Intuition alone should dissuade them, Those ignorers of truth, but they oppress.
They chose to forget the mess this country created When the land and courts defended And supported the enslaving of humans. Is this so different in a land dedicated To keep government and religion separated Is it so noble to allow this social elitism; The strong voices of the wealthy Tell our society what they can do with their bodies?
war, endless war, military monetarism, war as an excuse, poetry, Brent Kincaid