Break Your Chains Now!

Through the teeth the times have broken
Mocked maligned misunderstood
Truth is now but faintly spoken

They do badly those who would
Give their lives as sign in token
Of the greater common good

Left unarmed and branded fools
By that which sucks our souls away
That which rules with iron tools

That which controls the earth today
Yet whines of liberal bias
Smothers to silence what we say

Our masters know best what we need
Porcine weekdays Sundays pious
We exist to gratify greed
To satisfy their church of chains
Of phallus-fetish superpower

But I can feel the labor pains
Even at this hell-darkened hour
Of overthrow of brawn by brains
Unfolding as the lotus flower
A new revolution is begun:

Break your chains now! Rise up like the sun!

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVI

Great poem!Well done!

Thank you, kind guest! Respect and solidarity.

Fiat justitia ruat mundus,

+Stevie

g`day cousin, great stuff dear sir, i see you are much recovered, some beautifully place words, strong words, powerful words, uplifting and inspiring.... dont let the bar stards get you down dear cousin, stay well and take care love greg.

Thanks, Cousin!

Say, reading your kind reply I just remembered: remember how, on VoicesNet, we used to have to type "bastard" as "bar stard," as in "don't let the bar stards get you down," in order to defeat their puritanical software settings? I think that was first your idea, to type it as "bar stards." We've been at this quite awhile now; that would have been the summer of 2002, before they finally threw me out and I found a home here.

In any case, you're right; let's neither of us ever let the bar stards get us down.

Thanks for your encouraging words about this poem, Cousin Greg. I am feeling better, my natural orneriness and stubbornness activated from being cornered, I guess. For whatever reason, I do feel better.

I guess I feel such a sense of outrage against the Bush administration here at the third anniversary of this obscene war of theirs that it brings back some of the color to my cheeks and some of the fire to my blood.

I might as well live and write the best I can as long as I can, before bird flu or Bush makes a final end of me. One way or another, we are indeed living the ancient Chinese curse of living "in interesting times." Never a dull moment!

Respect and solidarity, thanks and love,

+Stevie

dear Stevie
an expression
really free and frank

Thank you, kind and wise friend and fellow poet Supani; your encouragement always means so much to me.

Respect and solidarity,

+Stevie

I think that you should write a book filled with political poems!
That would be awsome!

Thanks, kind Guest!

Our Bushy masters have so dismayed me over the years that all eight of my books have political poems in them, but there is one which is devoted to dissent above all, and that is The Red Book of Lance. You can check it out at my site at AuthorsDen:

http://www.authorsden.com/stevencurtislance

or at Lulu:

http://www.lulu.com/content/201148

You can read a forty or so page preview there of it as well. The Red Book of Lance is available all over the world now, on all the Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Blackwell's, BooksAMillion, and BookSense bookselling sites, and also in stores which belong to BookSense, as far as I know.

My latest book, Dancing Naked in a Haunted House, has quite a few political poems as well. One can't really help but be radicalized by this sort of tyranny... also, they have been hamhanded and bullyish trying to shut me up, which only made me feel defiant and stubborn. These people seem able to make enemies extremely easily and effectively, all over the world. They always push too hard. They are so arrogant, cocky, and smug.

In the meantime, I give my money to the ACLU and hope for the best. They tell me this junta will lose their majority in congress in November, so I am trying to have hope.

I remember Nixon and Vietnam, you know, and this is just like that, only worse. It's incredible. Their voters must be motivated by fear of social evolution, or maybe just fear itself. Whatever it is, I find THEM to be scary.

Thanks so much for reading my poetry. I'm so happy it means something to someone. It comes from my heart.

Respect and solidarity,

+Stevie

awsome write

some great lines such as:

Left unarmed and branded fools
By that which sucks our souls away
That which rules with iron tools


misty

Thanks, Misty!

I do feel ruled by iron tools, and it really makes me mad at those who do it. All their bullying only makes me feel more stubborn.

I'm just glad I can write poems about it, or the feeling of futility would be overwhelmingly depressing. At least we can express our feelings and share them with one another, and connect. I guess we'd better do it while we still can... although I do think the tide is turning, and that our masters are losing some of their grip; that being said, I hope they don't become desperate and even more extreme than they already are. In any case, I will keep doing what I do, since I don't know what else to do.

Thanks and love, my friend and fellow poet,

+Stevie

Fantastic piece of work Stevie, my own sentiments to the letter, sign me up for the big push. It's fighting talk but sometimes the fight is necessary to the cause. Deepest respect Andy

Thank you, Andy; you are so kind to me, and such a wonderful addition to our circle here. I am grateful for you.

Respect and solidarity,

+Stevie