CAPTIVES

With wanton abandon
we stood and rose
queued and booed our voices hoarse
champions of democrazy we were

in the innocence of babes
we raised our visuals
and shared our visions
and dreams of possibilities
we were wrong perhaps
but choices we made none-the-less

now in the ripeness of time
we bow and bend and engage
in contorted performances of barren faith

in search of the vision

Alas!
our once-Jubilated faces
now dressed in melancholic indifference
we shudder to imagine
we were fooled and tooled
we cry ... ... in silent surrender
we curse ... ... in silent trepidation
of what may come

September it merely is
not so removed from March 4th

we are captives
in this our self-made prison
of distorted identities

who really are we
in this game numbers
and celebrated tyrannies


 © September 2013