Poem #30: Political Nature

Pluralism.

The concept of a free market;

free ideas, free culture,

free from the constrictions

of the government and their subsidiaries.

Totalitarianism.

Government control stretched so tight

you can see the veins under the surface

and trace the outline of its organs.

One hand grasped firm on culture,

one hand clawing at ideas.

Which is our society today?

Because as easy as it is to say

we can see the rivers run full of rainbows

and the skies drip with our idiosyncrasies,

I can still make out, beneath the dirt,

a red bubbling artery,

and if I follow it closely,

I will find a web under the thick skin.

But perhaps,

there are other methods of control.

Perhaps what we see are not rainbows in the stream,

but specifically chosen colours

that blend to make a shifting shell.

Perhaps the drops from the sky

fall in a pattern we cannot make out

and therefore refer to as random and unique.

Perhaps there is another form

that we cannot decipher so readily,

that lies in wait in the shadows, preparing to pounce.

I only hope we may find it

before it is too late.