Poetry

Normal Bondage

written by: alf hickey

The puppet strings are pulling
My mouth my hair, my head
So many strings trying to control
This thing that I am

The genetic strings twist and tangle
Tease with meaningless abilities
As the ropes of institutions
Try to bind to false norms

The past process judges
Referees, lies, people controlling
Even the best endeavours are erased
Chains that dislocate being

Racked on a plate of economy
They eat your soul, and sing of joy
The ego, youth, divisive hand
A coffin box already

Let it have its way
Let the strings pull you limb from limb
Let the ropes hang you
Let the wires slice you up

For this is the wonderful meaning
The way we've made our world
No one has true value
Just posing, to pull, or be pulled