The myth of the yoke

Conditioned into thinking that we need a guiding hand,
bound to go right off the rails unless the course is planned
Unable or unwilling to act within the common good,
the gavel and the crook will keep us acting as we should

Crucified and crowned, or chained and shackled in the dock
Fences round the commons raised to herd all the livestock
God and law the locks with which we shackle our true selves,
mistaking freedom for the shadows cast by souls upon the shelves

If its fear of retribution that will stay a given action,
its obedience, not morals, that your mandates giving traction
Those that choose to rob and kill do so despite your warnings,
would a law against the sun see any less of coming mornings ? 

Kill a man in anger and your freedom they will take,
yet civilian deaths in unjust wars are just simple mistakes 
Steal another’s bread and now your home becomes a cell,
but fine to rob a nations coffers with your corporate clientele 

Laws written from thrones by those to whom they don’t apply, 
hypocrites in power gained through means they now decry
Fables of social order made to mask the hidden fact,
that their laws are made by thieves to stop the victims taking back

Reviews

[Riley]

I am loving your earnestness for the craft, and your respect for traditional form.
Nicely done.