I dare to bare; and am now living with new meaning!: A poem 

I don’t like the changing seasons; 

I find summer, autumn, winter and spring detestable 

like cumbersome cloth that aggravates my skin 

But I survive like the spirit of a tree 

gathering its age in the cells of its trunk 

I live thus, with the challenge of being shackled 

I am immobile with the treachery that encumbers me 

But I have a very motive testimony now spilling through me 

Because, as I dare to bare, I am living with a new meaning 

that tells you all of my historic love and hate 

As if I wore the same costume with every lifetime 

though I never imagined to feel the same 

And I can tell you, how often, me, God, was the subject of stolen identities 

Even you all have seldom respected the worth of your lands 

That is not surprising, when you all have refused to acknowledge the truth 

I can tell you, that your ombudsmen are not God’s gallant soldiers 

Harsh actions of convictions are never welcomed by you, you bewitched one-track souls  

So how could you expect your promised greatness returned, United Staes of America? 

I am just questioning how the misnomed Dame Congeniality of socialism fascinates your minds! 

I can’t assure you that propagandists and deceivers won’t have their sway! 

How can I relentlessly fight the treachery that wants to hijack the truth and have evil take your minds, anyway?