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Rebellious nonestablishmentarian Pennsylvania Yankee...


honored at freedom fête

of course in my dreams
where Tony the Tiger
roars Matthew Scott Harris
ranks as one hip cat gr-r-eat
showcasing adroitness
with ability to turn a phrase
evident if we could arrange a tête-à-tête
where immortality doth wait.

 

Pacifist bard of Perkiomen Valley

regaled at Alpine Fellowship conclave

regarding erosion of Democratic rights grave

alarming usurpation of power - Republicans

each and every one a nasty and brutish knave

intent to pronounce decree sentencing

every Homo sapien to pave

(courtesy their lovely bones)

back breaking laborious bloody path
trumpeting, signaling and attesting slave

versus master linkedin relationship
essentially scuttling emancipation proclamation

lifetime of human bondage

forced to pledge flag of servitude

amidst wreckage broken souls

washed away courtesy totalitarian wave.

 

Foreclosure on purported inalienable rights

life, liberty and pursuit of happiness

though hard won freedoms crimped

foregone conclusion demanding

fealty and loyalty to sovereignty

therefore necessitates electorate

to stage coup d'état

and overthrow autocrat

ideally thru peaceful modus operandi.

 

Though aforementioned verses hypothetical,

mine overactive imagination

can easily envision governmental,
née societal debacle

witnessing yours truly,

an extremely shy

Norwegian bachelor wannabe

gobbling up ample powder milk biscuits

to acquire courage to protest

(no matter the temperature

seasonably pitch perfect May tenth

two thousand and twenty five)

and stand firm against

one unnamed political party

aiming to upend voting rights,

thus disenfranchising
most economically vulnerable people

(predominantly) persons of color

to cast their vote for representation.

 

Absolute zero chance for change

unless even those risk averse
(such as one garden variety wordsmith)

to protest without resorting to violence

and staking a claim to denounce

opposition against exercising

freedom for citizens

to elect eligible candidate.

 

I too would join aspiring bravehearts

(each of us participants

tightly grasping an amulet),

not looking for fame nor fortune,

only martyrdom and sainthood ha,

nevertheless able, eager, and ready

to risk life and limb in an effort to preserve

(even at expense getting into a jam)

principle figurative bulwark buttressing

buzzfeeding land of milk and honey myth.

 

Throughout American history

many patriots as well
as indigenous tribes bled,

the latter viciously tracked down

nsync with ominous dread,

no matter how fast they fled

taking refuge courtesy
sympathetic abolitionists,

who silently motioned
at (hiding) in hogshead
wherein close proximity
slave catchers hope
upon silent footsteps they tread
to steal back their overworked
and demeaned hashtagged chattel.

 

Outspoken voices helped spur

Emancipation Proclamation and

subsequent manumission

diametrically opposed to bedrock

attitudes, ideologies, prejudices...

kept in check by scare tactics

thus disallowing formerly shackled

to experience full fledged freedom,

whether enjoying opportunities

available to the leisure class

or exploring inherent potential
to amass learning

and become financially successful,

which suppression of free will,
(within parameters of self expression -

artistic, literary, musical et alia)

gives credence to notion of white privilege

automatic guilt linkedin with skin color.

 

Each generation of oppressed,
especially those who break the color barrier

subjected with bigotry

(ofttimes subtle mistreatment)

challenging well earned freedom

rightfully bequeathed from forebears labor.

 

The ghosts of Africans

who suffered pre colonial rule
(namely European exploitation)

robbed of their national identity

will forever haunt the offspring,
whose forefathers/mothers

brutally desecrated haven housing

rightful autochthonous
men, women and children

buzzfeeding and livingsocial within
their own Lake Wobegone.

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Brief Bio:Hi (Matthew Scott Harris - berthed January xiii, circa mcmlix). Hi yam juiced dime a dozen penniless bitcoin (a chip off the ole blockchain) branching off the tree men dous skeined wide whirled webbing courtesy aye push (apish) predecessors humanity. Aye got pro pence city to ply (close on par with Wordsworth wandering willy shake his spear), their weight in gold, and thus as a scribe take to the most vibrant media platform these days (electronic soapbox) to express most bothersome doggone fiendish harmful jerk, lobbing nuggets packed resplendently, tightly unfashionably vested with yik yak animal clout. Tis like a stormy field day (tour wren NATO), asper communicating, expressing, gut heaving input. Tinder days of yore sparked psychological conflagration kindle ling outlook per questionable rite Trump violated with yipping brigands doing dirty deeds done dirt cheap. Though unknown to thee twittering, reading public and chattering class, this totally tubular thought provoking meister jabberwocky houses full deshabille attire invoking an automatic repulsion if aiming to affect "FAKE" couture of nouveau riche. No ambition to clothe thyself in the latest craze, fashions, gizmos, kool leaning trends always found this middle aged, monkey's peanut size uncle (a Lioness Paul lean), mwm to be an outlier. Early years of mine kempf fraught with emotional, physical and spiritual angst, when forced thru the gauntlet thrown up by one eyed punks with jagged lightning bolt designed scars. They (the madding crowds of foo fighting beastie boys) throve on being mean, and stepped up the propensity of bullying, especially since this presently grown man evinced (as a pipsqueak), an extremely cowering, frowning, identity guard.

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