The years continue to fly by,
casual acquaintances, fleet of foot,
a dimple in time, of no consequence.
We are positioned to respect authority,
to believe in the system, hide behind
its pseudo shield of protection.
For order, for the nation’s good.
thus the mind is plowed, sowed
with the seeds of social control.
Beggar of the greedy, manipulators,
fear forged in lies and corruption,
we grow older more complacent.
Place one foot in front of the other,
toe the mark, walk the path, stay
in line, don’t complain, be a patriot.
Watch the shadows created for you,
there is a man behind the curtain,
he runs the show, you have a ticket.
The theater never closes, the show
continues, you are a seated actor,
participant in your own demise.
Wrapped in a shroud of cultural cloth,
buried in a coffin of political dogma,
one cannot escape the future.
What will be is ordained, contemptuous,
manacled, shackled by religion,
society’s boundaries, doomed.
Our beliefs, poisoned by labels
marking others different from us,
shallow humanity lacking compassion.
When you are poured back
into the cusp of creation, what
part of you will you leave.
What will honor your life, how will
consequence have made a difference,
will the hell you left, follow you.
©2015, Donald Harbour