we yearn for the right to decide…

we yearn for the right to decide our political fate,
but can we resolve who we are in our philistine state?

one man one vote amounts to nothing for the ignorant:
numeric democracy does not promote the elegant.

when our diet is salt, sugar, and chemical junk,
we ogle and sigh with a flaccid and diabetic dick.

our impotence is not a pharmaceutical affair,
despite half the nation desperate with private despair.

machismo is rage strutting with imploding desire:
we love our guns with a passion until spirit expires.

freedom is just another word for our terminal greed;
industrial farming does not believe in living seed.

darvish votes with his feet and starts to whirl and dance;
the life of spirit begins and ends with the beloved’s glance!




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