Politically Incorrect Poetry

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POEM # 1014

LSD woke us up.

A fact no creditor will 'buy.'

The fire of Spirit was in the cup,

Can you measure God? Why would you try?

Consciousness, then embryonic

has now been born.

And it's so ironic, given a new days tonic,

how for yesterday we mourn.

"Accept my tale!" screams the silent unheard,

"I cannot hear you." claims the right.

Leftly we played, dreaming of a word,

as the ship sank into the night.

Bouyant survivors, knowing their way,

were then prohibited and pursued.

And here we have arrived this day,

in a sober and somber mood.

Freedom comes from within,

as all Spirit People know,

and the Earth on which we walk is the only path to go.