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Horses

June 28, 2016

There are no more wild horses

Just mindless discourses

 

None left to be wrangled

Feeling acutely strangled

 

Sad to have the capacity

To create this depravity

 

Not only the equine

Humanity in a confine

 

Pathetic to have realized

Everything is commodotized

 

Life has been condensed

To that which can be fenced

 

From animals queued for slaughter

To how we drink our water

 

Although to be fair

Not yet paying for air

 

At least not to be breathed

But cooled to be relieved

 

I expect it will likely trend

The purchase of oxygen

 

I am just as guilty

Perpetuating this reality

 

No chance to get frantic

It’s all too systematic

 

Vague separation,  church and state

Better off to completely eliminate

 

Passing through what is so vile and rank

To know the redemption of Shawshank

 

Living this life,  more or less insane

Collectively be Andy Dufresne in the rain.

 

Difficult to be romantic

When everything is plastic

 

Nothing else to be done

For I am only one

 

To surpass of what we are capable

And not be the stable of the stable

 

Good ideas, there are a zillion

How do you enlighten 7 Billion

 

Pay the price,  not count the cost

For all the souls that are now lost

 

Closing the doors,  I  do give a darn

Be the horse that escapes the barn

 

 

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From → dark, humor, Paradox, random

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