To keep them camouflaged.
And the oddest thing about that is…
They have become enraged,
At their own expense!
Or a growing lack of common sense,
That has become expensive…
To hide convincingly,
So it seems!
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And less racism expressed.To move forward their policies of democracy.And yet with their attempts with incompetence made…They find themselves disqualified.Since in a suburbanite isolation…Is the only progress shown they have ever made.With feelings they know best,How to save and protect their own interests!And yet…They insist they wish more displays of diversity!As long as there are…
You can block out every thought I have.
You can take every limited vision…Pack those up to dust from rust.Or tied them up with trash.In a tossed out glad bag.Then…Sit back satisfied you silenced ‘my’ voice.And manipulated my words for those of yours,By choice.But I am not the one who has labelled you a fool!I don’t carry thoughts like that in my mind.Unlike…
Some suspect I am into myself!
To amuse their curiousities.Knowing they have no idea…The influences that structured me.We expressed ourselves freely,As children growing up.My parents were quite intelligent and gifted.And they would give us ‘signals’ when to speak…And when to shut up!Strong willed and opinionated,My sisters and I were taught to be that way!And if we had something on our minds…Inside…
I felt no guilt of sacrifice.
My path I walk has not been tried.And obstacles I face…I knew they were mine.From this I did not run or hide.I could not sit or linger to weep.My challenges were selected.I do not remember,Any that were sweetened.Or any did I conquer quickly…To satisfy myself with as a treat!My steps have been careful and cautiously…
Sometimes the fog can be thick,
Stalled within tunnelsDark and long!Enduring with a strength…Accompanied by tears at times.And suddenly intuition pulls.The many roads unclear but takenNarrow…Shadows are behind as light spreads!Sighs of relief exhaled.A clearing comes,As steps are faster paced.Warming a smiling face that glows.
Caught up in the nonsense.
And waiting for some annoucement…To stop that loud sound that pounds!Caught up in the nonsense.Keepin’-th’big-ball bouncing.Yet hypnotized to the aspect,Folks stay ready to pounce.But no one moves to unload the packs,Stacked on their backs.Mounting are their burdens,And some like it like that!Caught up in the nonsense.Keepin’-th’big-ball bouncing.Bitten lips,Bleeding blood.Taking it.With the moaning.Sighing in their pain…