Independence

Independence

 

Ecclesiastes 8:8 

There is no man that hath power over the spirit to retain the spirit; neither hath he power in the day of death: and there is no discharge in that war; neither shall wickedness deliver those that are given to it. 

 

Independence ... what a word ... it fills us up with pride.

It sets us free ... it is what we teach ... while all creation cries.

 

We don’t need God or anyone ... we are self-made you know.

Look at our heritage ... we won’t reap ... what we sow.

 

If Indians are in the way ... we’ll kill them off real quick.

For as human animals ... they are really very sick.

 

We will kill the buffalo ... and all life for our needs.

Death walks in front of us ... while we are wishing “all” God’s speed.

 

God wants us to prosper ... and surrounds us with our wants.

That is the lie we believe  ... through a state of mind in trance.

 

Yep! The flesh is flesh ... that’s all we are ... but we think ourselves spiritual

civilized with little good ... hardly understood ... makes us parasitical

 

Jan Wienen

This poem is about: 
Me
My community

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