The original sin
of the Founding Fathers -
a system wherein
a man has to barter
to provide for his kin
by becoming a martyr,
sacrificing his skin
at the start, - a nonstarter!
He's behind in the race
for the liberty bell,
he’s been told to keep pace
or it doesn’t end well, -
finish line is replaced
by the bars of the cell
and he’s left, face to face,
staring into himself.
He knows - justice is blind
and the jail is packed,
so he’s stuck in a bind
and unable to act,
he’s been trailing behind
in the dust of the track,
in the order assigned
a few centuries back.
It’s his everyday norm
and it goes on and on,
he is told to conform
though he’s second to none,
and the blue uniform
has a hand on the gun,
but this time he’s informed,
and refusing to run.
And the spectating crowd
pushes up to the front,
they are angry and loud,
quick to slander and taunt.
He's been running around
to their constant affront.
Now he's standing his ground -
let them do what they want.
He will not be oppressed,
he will not play the part,
he just stands there, at rest,
he’s refusing to start.
It’s his personal quest -
his peculiar art!
The whole system is stressed
and it crumples apart.