Keith Dovoric Poet Verse

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

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