Mamas Ain’t Suppose to Raise Capitalists

Not too literal;
hidden between
metaphors.

Pause.
Choose constructs carefully.

Like having
goat—
for thanksgiving.
Still giving thanks,
still celebrating,
still recognizing the country
and history…..
yet something,
is not quite right.

A hue-man is
violated
way before
bedding down in a cell
for the night.
First—
flashing lights and sirens
for all to see and hear.
Next—
a public pat-down,
hand-cuffing comes along
like you’re
King-Kong on display,
and a hand is
placed upon your
head
as you’re told
next stop county jail.
Strip search, cavity search,
place belongings in plastic
as they hand you:
draws, socks, pants, shirt, shoes, blankets, and sheets.
(it always gets me they take
your underwear)
Humiliated yet??

Taught to share
as a tiny tike.
“Honor your mother and father,
and your days will be long
upon the land.”
By a teen
lessons of sharing
become fables
as competition takes hold
and you
have to
get yours.
Possess this and that,
possessions are key,
possess me, possess me, possess me……
just don’t get
possessed.—

a thin line between
love, capitalism, and insanity.

that’s My woman,
that’s My man,
….ending of american slavery, 1863—
right?

Is there
a choice in
trusting
your government??
Trust that they will
make rules for the
betterment;
trust,
they will
do as they say
and not as they do…..
anyone exempt of the rules?

Pause.

Whether
history, or police, parents, country, or god
what do you
trust?
what can you actually
possess?
do you believe in
sharing
or are you stable in the phrase
do as I say
not as I do.

Before you set sail
on any ship…..
make sure your
relations
are Right—
whatever Right is
to you;

then enjoy the conflicts
you’ll cross.

(c)2010 C. Barbee/Nabraska/AlienHead Productions