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Liberty2016

By Dahni
© 2016, all rights reserved

 

Are You Happy Now?

In the chaos and the shouting and the scramble for the ME,
Lost is the life,
Gone is the free

Lost is the strength and her purity
Replaced with the ME, for surety
So you thought, for victory
is but a virus of— insecurity

In the chaos and the shouting and the scramble for the ME,
Where is there Happiness
Where is the joy and the glee

Color Me, Look at Me, Hear Me, See Me
Label me; Divide Me— from sea to dimming see
And in this relentless storm
Gone now is— her forgotten face and form

In the chaos and the shouting and the scramble for the ME,
Are you Happy now
Are you really living
Are you really Free

Are you Happy Now?

Then why is this abiding
No more hiding,
But in the streets—
Stealing; killing; destroying; dividing

The ONE for all— diverse-d’
The ALL FOR ONE—dispersed
What infection to death is this directness
Death by— political correctness

In the chaos and the shouting and the scramble for the ME,
Are you really Happy now
Are you really living
Are you really Free

For me-my-self-and-i
Have swallowed this poisonous pill
A plague, a virus, a mutation
Corrupting still

In the chaos and the shouting and the scramble for the ME,
Is it too late to dare
Or do you— did you ever care
That it was UNITY that made US FREE

Label, Sexist, racist, he/she— so you thought, all-including
Color, Religion or No, differences became— the self-deluding
And the weakness of each, now imputing
No strength at all, but all diluting

In the chaos and the shouting and the scramble for the ME,
Where is the Life, the Freedom or the Joy
Not a woman or a girl; Not a man or a boy;

The chains at her feet once broken
The symbol of Our Liberty
Made possible by Our Unity
Reformed now stronger than ever
And binds us all so bitterly

For in the chaos and the shouting and the scramble for the ME,
Lost is, the identity of—

the WE!

Are You Happy Now?

“No,” says he/she,
“How can I be?”
“I do not know my name…”
“…or recall from whence I came.”
“I do not know, am I a mister or a mam?”
“I know not who or what I am!”

 

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