Do not
corrupt the binds that hold you
but should you feel so inclined
do not waste what you do not have.
In altered zones of delight
I tumble through the days.
My lover comes and goes leaving me
lonely and politics is not soothing either.

I speak to America, You beautiful nation.
Beauty is not my friend
but the concept that governs is.
Read the lines on which your independence
rests you citizens of heaven.

The Congress, July 4th, 1776.

“The history of the King of Great Britain is a history of repeated injuries and usurpation, all having in direct object the establishment of an absolute Tyranny over these States“.

“”Those who forget the past are condemned to repeat it”

…writer and philosopher George Santayana

A Little Night Music

63 thoughts on “To The Masses Unfree by Serge Gurkski

  1. They make you all about the money –
    but you’re not.
    They make you all about enough –
    the one thing you’re not…
    the one thing you’ve not got.

    But you still feel the human stuff,
    the stuff that believes in you
    and stars
    and all things in between.

    You still feel it,
    like a fairytale –
    part of the necklace they hang you with.

    Daisy-chain bullies,
    same as always –
    but I see you,
    I know your smiles,
    I know the beat…
    and I’ll be the drummer this time round.

    They make it all about the money,
    the lack of it –
    keeping the walls up,

    nice and high-rise.
    Keeping us down.
    Keeping them safe –
    or so they hope.
    ‘Cuz that’s their word,
    hope.

    Not yours.
    They can wash yours off with a smile –
    keeping us like us…
    keeping them like them…
    keeping those who can no longer tell the difference

    shouting at traffic,
    groping in shadows,
    rifling the bins
    for the echo of something that’s now stored on computer.

    Digital bullies,
    same as always –
    but I see you,
    I know your smiles,
    I know the beat…
    and I’ll be the drummer this time round.

    The financial stuff:
    father of all conspiracies,
    mother of all cynicism…
    prioritised
    where the sky used to be,
    and the water,
    running through your fingers…
    the hug you’d trek miles for.

    The money stuff:
    king of all missiles
    and queen of all bombs…
    weaponised
    to bully the hope out of
    people
    with nothing else left to aspire to.

    A way of seeing with the humanity filtered out.

    Land of the bullies,
    same as always –
    but I see you,
    I know your smiles,
    I know the beat…
    and I’ll be the drummer this time round.

    Stick at it.
    Play the game.
    There’s nothing else left.
    They’ve killed something else.
    They caught it on the street,
    knifed it
    with a smile
    and a leaflet
    and a cup of tea in a paper cup…
    and bullied everything else out of you.

    Fear’s all you have left now –
    fear
    and rage
    and not enough,
    waiting to be sanctioned.

    Land of the bullies,
    same as always –
    but I see you,
    I know your smiles,
    I know the beat…
    and beaten or not,
    broken or not,
    bleeding or not…
    I’ll be the drummer this time round.

    (Sorry… all I have left)

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  2. Most people have not read the words and know little of how our government is supposed to work.
    I heard Mavis Staples performing live on the radio recently–on Live From Here.

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      1. I’m always happy to lift your spirits, Holly. You always post good stuff. I love your posts, your poetry, your selection of night music. Your post are always fun.

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          1. I’m happy we can make each other smile and laugh. I haven’t seen the owlets in awhile. I’ve been seeing daddy owl quite a bit. I get reports from people who have seen the owlets. Those two owlets have expanded their range very quickly as compared to other owlets in the past three years.

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    1. Thank you Dale, a poem by a very sir dear friend of mine who passed away a few years ago and left his blog to me to do what I felt was right, I haven’t been Able to bring myself to close it.

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  3. Read the lines on which your Independence rests, indeed.
    You (we, as a rebound) now have a President who supports witch doctors, incubbus and succubus…
    I never thought we could could fall so low…
    Stay safe, my dear friend. 🙏🏻💕

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  4. PS. Something must have happened with WP. Your posts in my mail date back to June30th… And I only got them this past Monday. Well, I’m glad we’re back “on track”. take care.

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