A life, lives, many lives – millions struggle.
Liars to the left and right of them,
in front of them and in back of them,
beneath and on top.
like those before them
none can make a reply.
All have reasoned why.
Theirs but to buy, procreate and die.
Like cattle driven to the slaughter pens.
Futilely, pathetically charging the fences.
Trying to escape their fate;
A life, lives, many lives.
Millions of Americans unable to escape the lies;
Like grains of sand on an endless beach
dashed to and fro, whirled round, and
pounded down into the darkness by the
surge and ebb of crashing surf.
Then, the deadly hissing, but beautiful
backflow draws them up to the bright surface again,
to rest momentarily on the sparkling, moving plane.
Then, back into the darkness again.
And they are no more.
The stay upon the moving plane, after bursting out of
the dark wetness before sinking back into it, is life.
Lifetimes of heartbeats are but as a grain of sand
popping to the surface then sinking.
In this land the lie is life.