She Writes

She writes never quite knowing why.
She feels that maybe, she can set part of her free, the part that is locked up.
Maybe she wants others to understand her more, or just to hear.
She screams “let my words go free, let them flow! When will I be heard?!”
She wonders if even she will loose herself, to this new world order. This “war” War against what? NO, NOT AGAINST WHAT? But for OIL!
She screams “This is a land grab, innocents are dying! How come no one seems to care or ask questions?”
She writes about how we are letting him, no inviting him to take our basic human rights away.
She screams, “WHY?!”
She asks, “Why?”
She writes, “Why?”
But she hears nothing, no response.
She says, “This is not right, this is not just! He is a thief of the highest degree, with the face of the common man.”
To her, his face says “Trust me for I am the one that will save and guide and help you. I will be your new lord, you will bow down to me and I will grant thee safe passage.”
She sees that they follow, because he says to follow
And she sees that they trust him, because he wishes it so
And she sees that they don’t ask questions because he can’t answer them truthfully.
She asks, “What ever happened to “chosen for the people, by the people, to serve the people?” He doesn’t serve the people he serves himself can’t you see that? I did not choose him!”
She writes but no one listens, she speaks but they all turn their heads.
She follows the transcendentalist quote by Ralph Waldo Emerson “Speak now in hard words what tomorrow thinks and tomorrow speaks what tomorrow thinks in hard words again”
She says, “Speak what’s on your mind! Don’t be afraid, if we live in fear of our words we will always be in fear, I am not the only one that speaks my mind.”
She writes, maybe she will unlock that part of her.
Maybe she will, exercise her right to free speech, before all her rights are gone.
Or maybe she’ll just write.
(I am a very political person, but I don't let my polotics get in the way of my beliefs...but you can believe on thing and think opposite if opposite is just and right in your soul...so this is one of the political poems i have, i am not too sure it falls under dark or light, it's just a shade of gray.)