Self-determination

Agent, eh; that's what you are,
The one (of many) moving in a vacuum,
Choosing your own way, sure you
Know what "freedom" means?
You're unaffected by the throng.
You've raised yourself and earn
Your keep alone (except when
You are paid). Pistol packed into
Your belt, you have the means to
Keep away the villains who would
Raid your home. The moral compass
Next to it has made the government,
At best, a waste of treasure and of
Time. At worst, it is the mechanism
All the nation's losers use to force
You to provide for them. The past,
The present, weather, wife and
Children do not cling to you. You're
An agent... not a fly, who, caught
Within the web which holds it,
Buzzes where it's stuck and claims
It's free.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2012-04-01 at 14:04

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