From Chains and Links to Smoke and Drinks

In realms of forgotten realities

There are still widows waiting to be opened

Open a window and there is this

Cartons of milky way with pictures of a missing nation

Last seen running away from its own dreams

Dreams of freedom, peace, and equality

All seen as lies that they are today

We’ve gone from chains and links,

to smokes and drinks

Time is money, money is time

I keep time in memory river bank vaults,

to gain interest in the Ides of March

Saving to buy my freedom

Who can I make my cheque payable to?

The Christian minister giving a false benediction of a false idol?

The crooked politician promising false hope and change?

The corrupt businessman carving up this land for his benefit?

How much will it cost you to buy out of reality,

that has already bought you?

So sell you soul to the highest bidder

Doesn’t mean I’m going to buy it

Peering through blood stained glass panes

Gone yellow around the edges

I open the casement to the realms of forgotten realities

Where man goes searching for themselves

Only to find they sold their souls for

cheap cocaine and drunken slumbers

Sold their souls for a false savior

A slick talker in a cheap suit,

still selling the same old speech of hope and change

I look out into all of this

All the while taking a sip from my poet-tree leave tea