For my sister Joan, radical green cyclist
Cars and houses
Litter the doorway to the soul's desire
Block up free spirits
In prisons perfect without bars
Doom the dreamer
Mess up the mind
Vanquish the victor
Cars
Making them manifesting them
maintaining them
And then selling them salvaging them sacrificing for them
Driving them depending on them dying in them
and
Cars extend feet
And arms but
Render us immobile
Damning us in traffic queues
Insinuating themselves into serious conversations
Severing us from real life
Erecting false ego values
Annoying us at every turn
Separating us from good sense
Ensuring life with debt
Houses
Cage the soul
And strangle the spirit
Garrote free will
Execute mortgages on good and bad alike by the guillotine of household
finance
together they compr(om)ise
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Shelter |
Society As we know it Navigates Its Truth upon their Yoke |
PS: This poem could have gone on forever; it's just stopped for the time
being...