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 To the Keepers of the Key by Larry Robison Fallible notions of justice do not my fate decree Yet for only reasons that God can see It is given to you to bind my flesh In concrete cages for a season To feed and water it each day And hold it fast from walking away This your duty, the key you bear, And I'd protest not if it stopped there But for sport to spice your boring lives And to keep the illusion of control Subtle diversions before my eyes And games of power you devise Electronic babysitters that dull my mind Flash little slices of the American Dream Across the window of a T.V. screen The carrot dangles just outside my bars Images of hot sex, dope, and fast cars Excitement and money, all fool's gold fire To stoke the furnace of carnal desire And glamourize the folly that brought me here When with sense addictions You have thoroughly enslaved me You tie up, hold down, bend over and rape me With irrational rules, The shifting letter of the law Your catch-22, it rubs me raw A blanket oppression you apply, when asked why "Because we said so" you reply If I refuse to serve your programs of hate That classify and segregate, Would you further castigate? Call me antisocial if you must But please forgive my lack of trust In the degradation and domination That you dare call rehabilitation Excuse me, but it's a bust And it's sad you do not realize That just as tightly are you tied To the walking prisons you're inside But because your spirit cannot break out And find what life is all about You seek to force your will on me As if that could set you free Well, I would not want to disappoint But now I've got to blow this joint So at early still moments of the Golden Dawn When my spirit seeks this mortal coil to flee And you bang the doors and rattle your key, Hoping to capture my Godward attention, Do not be surprised to find I've left this body far behind Silver Cord for to unwind You forget, like yours, That this body is not me Just another walking prison for my stay In realms where matter doth decay So please remember this, I pray Iron bars do not a prison make Ignorance is all it takes So until this Silver Cord I break And cast this shell off in my wake, Won't you try then to be kind To this body and this mind. Help us heal each other's pain And fly back to our home again Only truth can set us free And Love, my friends, is the only key |
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