Boxed

The lone ones crawl through tunnels searching for light

repeating the routes the brave ones traversed

With heads out front and unsure of their footing

they move on their knees to what the journey presents.

As their eyes suck in the darkness

night weaves a wrap for their retinas to hold.

Their voices long for ears other than their own

and silenced-sounds surrounding their thrones.

Unaware that their freedom is a few bends ahead

where fresh-air pours in under the canopy of night

they stop to die in the box that's home

gift-wrapped, bowed and parceled, Sent.

*Jesus is the trigger in the trap that brings down those values and principles upon which our systems stand. He forces us to re-think our relationship to the divine, religion and the state.

*Silence can be such a sweet sound.



*Democracy cannot be "promoted" on top of a a mountain of corpses.
-Asef Bayat