Tuesday, August 7, 2012

The Fourth Wall by Bob Atkinson

The Fourth Wall
(c)2012 Bob Atkinson
just ran over an article
about trouble on a continent
the Hutu's fighting Tutsi's
or some other bloody argument

horrors created by submission
no morality in the gut have they
people slicing people with
machetes or with foul gun play

parallels our problems here
with drugs and gangs and such
politicians bought and paid for
with money and with lust

have in our own towns
so many problems to correct
don't need all this social distraction
produced by violence of the sick

we have many resources
2.1 million souls for one
ready to do their work
by pointing a rusty gun

we can invade the continent
place our flag on fertile soil
build a prison with stone walls
to give our jailbirds homes

could save lots of money by
building only three walls for them
with strong containment on three sides
fourth open to freedom's wind
fourth wall won't be as hard to build
a foot high is good enough, I'd think
no barbed wire, fences or armaments
just an open freedom gate to quit

see a problem with our stance of late
some wish to live their own way loud
seeking to utilize violence as a tool
while system manipulating unbounded

for only barbarity can provoke
expanded power of weak minded twits
thrashing fully any hope of resolution
to follow this play with eloquence

dollar meant more to them
than safety of someone's mom
a wicked way of conduct among
those contained within the throng

if they need to behave this way
no need to keep them from
their peers who see it their way
or detain them from a free run

doing that sewn in their heart
doing what we feel bad at home
no need to bury them in walls
or some overcrowded dorm

place them near their brethren
be kind to one and all
let them live with those people
who think violence a rightful cause

let them feel how we feel
seeing violence used wrongly
let them live among their friends
and die by their own rule of anarchy

would cower in their weakness
wetting leg when others take
from them their lives or money
without that safety cage

see them babble when
opposed by another just as strong
see them leave their wetness
on the pavement stones

from them no safe world of rules
anarchy replacing ordered thought
satisfied their dire need to thrash, and
match their mind's disordered process

most feel a need to stay among
the gentle lot those civilized
people who, advanced in mindset don't
propagate more wrongs than rights

some protect these heathen souls
say we should treat them nicely
breeds an attitude immensely sick
preys on the innocent nightly

I say to anyone who protects
these less than human souls
blood of the innocent
is in your hand to hold

say also to those who take
to the street with clubs
you'll be joining with your friends
if mother's words you shun

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