Unbelevable . . . . Uncontrolable
When you make your all inclusive stand,
They hit you even colder than.
Scolding you for a single touch of the hand,
They call to you that you follow their demands.
Like the evil they are,
They direct from afar,
Like they were crowned to be a czar.
It is bad to be different in their eyes,
So everyone goes along for the ride.
Will anyone be an individual before this world dies?
Everyone can see their tyrannical ways,
But no one will overthrow their waves.
If you could hear them they would say:
Follow me I'll take you away,
Where everything will fade with your dismay.
Why go on against the flow,
You would be traveling so slow.
Anywhere would be better than here,
Locked up in an unwilling world of fear.
So why try to make things better,
Even though I know that one day they will reap bitter.
I'm crying because it's so hard,
I wish for Death to deal me another card.
I will be freed one day from this unending supervision,
Even though they have contradictions.
I will go beyond these chains,
I will go beyond their cains,
Even to the point of their blames,
To be free from that uncontrolled punishment--
remembering that single touch.
Brittni Campbell
© 2000
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