the taming

when younger & full of life,

idealistic with fist in the air,

hell bent on changing the world

with a communicative heart

whose capacity to give &

care for those around her/him

seemed without need to ever

replenish,

the thought that an institution

whose front seemed to be legit,

whose will to instill knowledge in

the population of those willing

seemed pure & true,

never seemed to register.

 

so onto college went the aspiring

world-changer,

doing all they could to study hard

to be involved in the community

to picket when needed, to protest

when driven, and on and on went

the wonderful world of

hope,

until

graduation.

 

now the taming came when the

bills started to clock in,

for the job promised by the admin

staff in the human resources dept.

at the college,

just wasn’t there, when the student

got out,

so the scramble to climb back up the

tree trunk,

in order to get back in that academic

nest,

began---

but this time, the stress of life on the outside

forced the individual to be scrapping for a

way to pay the rent while also

applying to a grad school &

the new dual distribution of energy

just didn’t pan out like it used to,

because the student had been

off the wagon,

so to speak.

 

in attaining a job to pay the bills,

without health insurance or

permanent status promised,

the lies began to show their face &

the idealistic student now became the

angry individual

whose whole attempt to become a

“better citizen”

had been shown to be an ordeal

not really worth having unless one

wants to be a slave to the loan companies &

therefore, a slave to the established status quo

of indifferent self-struggle,

which became par for the course

when the taming began.

 

now, without time to get out in the streets,

as there had been,

political motivation to change the world

morphs into a combination of

dissatisfaction with the slow outcomes &

a sense of failure in many different spheres---

now out of the academic loop &

locked into the work force,

the tamed, frustrated,

slave to the system

bows down their head  to offer up their mind to the

chopping block &

uncle sam raises up the axe,

until down it comes thrashing

with all the glory of a good, solid,

decapitation.

Reviews

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The realising of the inevitable, can we break free? We must......the chains are heavy, solid and so very strong, there's sure to be a weak linc....isn't there?

Lots to be read here, excellento ..... :O)