from the land of the free
to be ruled over.
Free me from them;
those men whose gain
is on my back, broken
thriving only in pain.
I’d like to look upon their face
and say “who are you today
what lie will you speak to pacify
an audience penned and captured
by choices you have made?
has only one life to live
in this universe,
one life to give
be it a blessing or a curse
but why before we die
do I have to choose
between you who try to force your way on me
and your way you try to grind down on me?
Why not let free mean free
rather than free mean free
to feed you and your own greed.
In days long past
when man lived in simple ways among fields of grass
grew and captured his food there was still a you
who said you ruled and with sword and ax
took what was not yours to take and today
rather than weapon me with tools iron forged
you levy a fine or tax and when I can’t payyou say you have authority to take what I paid for away..
I know it and you know it too,
you’re naught but a fool
for you have forgotten that for peace
there is only one golden rule
yet you seem to want to treat evil with me
then have me return to you
an attitude of love while being civil.
My! God damn you the rule lest you need to be reminded,
the one you so easily cast aside and derided
“treat others as you would have them treat you.”
Your supposedly owned fields
tilled by the bent backs of massed humanity
are coming to yield, fully grown;
so tell me you whose boot prints cross my back—
are you ready to reap what you have sown?
© M Durfee