The Lie of Freedom

We love our jails They got it made Three hots, a cot And lots of shade No need to work Nothing to save No need to bother With pesky names We love our caves So dark and cool We know the score We know the rules What’s real, what’s not It matters none Forget the outside In here’s the fun We love our chains Like all good slaves Say “yes” and “please” Always behave The sun is hot The field is vast Take solace in The numbing past We love our pains All thru our days The endless toothache The bowels ablaze Complain and wallow That is our niche Never to summit Never too rich We love our myths We tell them well A misty heaven A murky hell And if we lose the Way back to one We’ll just invent an Utopia We love our deaths Attending wakes Inventing credits That no one takes “Such a hard worker, A real good friend” But all the same is Dirt in the end We love our failure Our frailty, too Maybe our dreams are Just residue Maybe it’s true that We are mistakes Nature is laughing God’s taking breaks And what of freedom? Who signed that screed? We learned some stories Ones who were freed But who’s the conqueror Freedom can’t beat? Thy name, remember: Security