There could have been askance, there could have
been speculation, there could have been circumspection…
But the personal functionality of a hero is in good faith
Like despite falling into an enclosure, I still thought
I had the key; there was hope in the captivity…
Like to be free is only a perception. For, if you have
a soul that can fly what is the consternation and fear of gravity
Circumstances and powers of control are mighty, but can they
outmaneuver dignity, integrity, and intrepidity. Sometimes,
I soundboard my misgivings in the lines of free verse.
You’d think somebody is listening! Who’d think we
atrophy due to somebody else’s criminality? I’d think
a pretentious enemy of an enemy is still one’s enemy!
Talk of clandestine bedfellows! I ask the powers that be
on whom falls the blade of judgement; if you are only handicapped
by an all-pervasive treachery? If the suspected but blatant villains can’t
be taken to task why punish the victims? Is it because the world loves
its hypocrisy. I am not impervious, but I am solid. You may all
think I am like thin bass relief unable to project my structure
and form to be heard and felt. I should let you all know, that even the
blind read with brailles. So how come you can’t even fathom that even my
low relief has so much more to say and should, thus, be omnipresently heard?!
Or is it just convenient to have the shutterbugs focus on the victim
and have the picture of convenient blame be unjustly framed!
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