I am wasted on the abuse;
the hopeless quest for the enterprise of this world.
Torn pieces of contracts and dreams
create the insuring control so important to them.

They feign empowerment;
twisting us into their tangle of curls,
then blinding us from the reality,
while they destroy another piece of us again.

Giving a college of restrictions;
prayer, work, and a family to raise.
It is not an opinion any longer what is success,
but a requirement that imprisons our ideals.

These enforcers of unwritten law
block creativity with political haze,
distracting us with petty affairs
while we walk on the debris of what was real.

We fall into the waters of a new theocracy
where we don’t recognize our own thought, if we have any.