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MOVEMENT OF THE CLOCK

MOVEMENT OF THE CLOCK

MOVEMENT OF THE CLOCK

Ricardo Antonio Garcia

The fountain of intellectualism is dead.

The resurgence

of a mellow peace rears its head

and eyes are opening everywhere.

The beast

of Government is burning our freedoms

and the Dragon flies like drones

as if the USA

is a military zone sequestering.

As eyes look to sky and inward

the fumes

are awakening an entire nation.

and the movement of its clock ticks.

Each Spring

a new generation crops on the landscape

and the curtains will open wide

withdrawing

our breath and securing our senses

for how many beaten heads

proved their salt

amidst the rise and fall of the 60’s.

The vault

of our safety zone has been opened.

Breached

by the officials that were here to protect us

we no longer trust them.

We are outside

of ourselves now in a new World

Condemned

by our political correctness

the onion has soured

and no one will eat it again.

We sit around

our fires and consume the fat

knowing all along

that we all

will eventually know the truth.

To the streets in opposition

we should put an end

to the consumptions and rally

as if the design

of its implications were retro

how much time in between the hours

in-between the abuse

of our citizen’s rights is enough?

Shut down

the government by a unified consequence

for the government has turned its face.

Become rampant

and aloof, exonerating the Spirit

for what

have our responsibilities created?

Whores to a nation

of greedy politicians are fat in heart

and in mind

they are removed from our woes.

Back to the music and the poets

to the Ginsberh’s

and the Lennon’s of our generation

we should run as a broken dam

free in our liberties

to have a gregarious smile.

Flood the streets as a village of yore

spellbinding

the suits and ties in our freedoms.

What worth have our possessions

when the liberties

of our statures are broken?

The movement of the clock is ticking.

Whether Rolex

or Timex the accurate time will bloom.

The restlessness of a nation is a fault line.

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