Is poetry allowed here?
UnTied States
Every cog, on every gear
in the soul of this great machine
has the right to aspire to a new ratio
to turn the wheels forward
toward a DESTINATION
that’s always moving further away
The question remains
who’s steering?
Surely the Engine,
that does the most work , en-slaved,
should decide where its efforts lead.
Objective opinion needed?
Who should be our pilot?
God?
A majority of opinion
of the sum of the parts?
But why should the minority work at all
Knowing their efforts take them away
from where they want to be?
Why go anywhere?
Stop the Bus!
There Is no getting off
Can we rot in our own odor any longer?
Stuck firm. Solid.
Anarchy then!
Every part for itself!
Renegade gangs
of axle, lever, wheel,
crusade randomly across the void
This is society in a gaseous state.
Flexibility!
Let the engine sense its environment
Re-arrange its parts as needed
Snake path through obstacles
Then change, quick, change machine
Flowing through wherever its environment leads
Forget the Government state
Forget the Religious state
I give you the Liquid State!
Copyright 2002 Chris Gee
[Edited on 9-12-2003 by Bagoose]
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Interesting stuff. Thanks for sharing.
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