“KIDNAPPED IN MEXICO” a poem September 15, 2019 [SUN? DAY]
Imagine you’re in (say) MEXICO; you’re sitting in a house;
You don’t know where you really are; youAre (kinda) like a mouse?
Children outside are playing; you do not speak their tongue;
YOU DO NOT KNOW WHY YOU ARE THERE, or why you are among,
THESE STRANGERS, but you’re inAcompound, it SEEMS that you are free,
ButYouHave no means of transport You haveNO carAkey.
There are no men just women and children here with you;
You want to returnHOME but you don’t know what to do.
You have no food, but you’re not hungry. ThisISyour SCE NAR io,
AndHereYouARE isThis(some)FREEDOM? YouARE in MEX i CO.
THIS THEN IS YOUR FREEDOM; ISit FREE DOM atALL?
There is no escaping You have no one to call.
You could SCREAM or RUN, but what good would that do?
THIS, good friends, IT IS LIFE HERE on thisEarth whichIS soBlue.
DO YOU THINK thisISfreedom? Do you think this is OK?
AND THIS FRIENDS is our life HERE, every single day.
You are not being torTured (it seems) (maybe) YOU’RE ONLY BEING HELD;
IsIT Heaven or H – L L? in Mexico, pray telled?
The children and the women are OB LIVIOUS TO THEIR PLIGHT;
They’re simply your companions; they play all day ANDatNIGHT,
They go TO BED, withSugarplums dancing in their head,
In time, you learn the language; you become (as they say) a PA-TRON; You amass some wealth & fortune, spending most of your time on the ‘phone. And time goes by, OR NO TIME PASSESinAflash] You STILL don’t know who youareorwhereyouare, but WHO CARES, you have someCASH, AND SOMEsay: “You are someone,” andTHUS, thisISlife as we know YouMIGHT as well be lost in the mountains, in a heavy SNOW. AND somePEOPLEsay: “Oh, VOYAGER, THATthere are manyLivesToCome, IN India or France, and you just sit on your bum, LOOKING at The Scenery, basking in the sun, Dying in a war, perhaps until this nextLife’s done. NEVER really dying or living or being free,] ‘Cause, whoKNOWSwhat is freedom, and there is you and me.
[And, after a few decades, they go to Heaven, it’s said.]
MORAL: BE happy in your work, it is endless and sublime,
And, about the best you can do is:
say, just say, say: “I’m, (pause)
STABLE AND CONTENT, AND Ihave A POINT OF VIEW, that keeps me from screamingBLOODY MURDER.” Yup! That’s about the best you can do.
♥ Screw around a little bit and start a fa-mi-ly, AND write some poems and sing some songs, in 4-part har-mo-ny. AND AT THE SETTING SUN, EACH DAY, CHECK YOUR CELL PHONE TO[O], DETERMINE IF ANYONE CALLED “Your Lord” (pause)
HAStRIED TOgET INtOUCH WIThYOU.
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