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the chains of America

are chains of deceit

our freedoms defined

surveilled on the streets

 

mass media begs

with all that is trite

false messages for fools

stool pigeons insight

 

the truth that we seek

got lost in the fray

as elitist owned leaders

strip searched us for pay

 

the might of America

is not what is seen

from horizons of truth 

awaits justice it seems

 

what sort of system

steals from the poor

presents lies as the truth

bilks citizens for more?         

where do we turn

for the justice we seek?

if enforcing the law means

human rights are impeached?

 

what kind of future

will we have to behold

is freedom a commodity to be auctioned off

and resold?

 

is the salt of our years

liberty’s gasp, a final rite?

or a poignant reminder 

of what we’ll lose if we don’t fight?

JJudgment

 

the taunt skin of disapproval

a fisheye view from the sky

narrow angled 

the wider wisdom of the world

discarded

information squeezed into small circles

galvanized

pressurized

rationalized

into artificial impressions

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Art is Life

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Information Bombs

Poem by Mary Margaret Park

 

information 

tons of it

compression waves

spilling from our computer screens

A-bombs crowding

the mind’s horizon

origins

unknown

 

time slot stampede

marked and dated

obsolete upon arrival

 

the relevant

and the arcane

 

random and

specific

 

a vast 

weigh station

of data

 

a race for the latest

 

it’s eclipse

             knowledge

Photo by Danielle Colucci

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