Rock, Paper, Scissors

by Harry

Submitted by Jessie Gutierrez


Loop Poetry Challenge

There’s somethin’ comfortin’ about being face down on the ground,
Ground down by life’s natural violence,
Violence treated as commonplace; a happenstance of race.
Race you to the bottom – complacent in compliance.

Restricted to victim by faceless, nameless givers of laws
Laws to keep us disenfranchised and bound,
Bound to the failures and the fears of the past.
Past pale parchment paraded as presently proud.

Enforced by the gun, by the drone, by the judge,
Judge not lest ye be judged yourself?
Yourself not really your own by social contract;
Contract out choice: government as master ’cause you can’t control yourself.

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