a bone to pick

a bone to pick

this country is full of itself

poets demeaned as dreamers

causing wreckage and destabilization 

because heart comes before dollars

and their cries are hollers

for movement away from what's no longer benign

but a consign-

meant of unshackled prisoners

behind bars of steel persuasion

impenetrable

but also 

seemingly impossible to escape

we are us

they are them

yeah, bad English

but then they have corrupted the language

of peace and serenity

we have become a self-absorbed

province

lovers of dubious convictions

substandard restrictions

to real freedom

we are becoming what we 

no longer were

and now 

we are they

better semantics

but the same strange antics

of those we decried

the ones whose deranged dreams

never allow but for 

a restless sleep.

erin-cilberto

8/11/22

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[‘Thoughts In Time..]

Truth Nd sadness in one....we are the choices we make 🌹but the truth shall be revealed but there is none so blind as those who can see it 🌹

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and refuse to acknowledge it....
thank you, Kelly,
j.

[‘Thoughts In Time’🌹]

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