Super Powers

The labyrinth closes its teeth upon 

the walking weary, brides of empty pockets,

and plates weighted with weeds for food,

and the hungry minotaur of wealthy governments

nibbling at their ills and taking away their children.


Each turn brokered a new agreement to supplement 

their lot,  and take away any rights and dreams, turning

them against each other so that separated they slowly 

slip into the chasm of constant conservative power.


A voice is raised to vilify the constructionists and 

to try to find a way out of the torturing, twisting 

entanglement and escape the perplexity of rules

that endanger, imprison, imperil and exterminate.


The minotaur roars and the voiceless scatter and

the one who speaks? Silenced and slammed until

others afraid to speak wear their masks and hushed 

hoping for heroes but unwilling to be counted as one.

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margins are a great place sometimes because it is where change happens fastest but it is also a horrible place when we are stuck in them and grace is the moment when we can see that someone cares.

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