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Patronage

Updated on September 5, 2012

Oh stolid nature of a forgotten time
Life was accepted in the midst of hardship
For no man whose blood transported courage
Did cry aloud as fate extracted ease from his grip
When was expectation born and was sloth it’s Father?
The softening of man’s mind eased passage for leisure
A calloused and reddened face was no longer worthy
As unearned rights have become a man’s treasure
The defiance and pride of opportunity squandered
Has poisoned initiative and suffocated man’s ethics
Heaven is no longer welcome or reward enough
Instead fleshly saviors of rotting souls make the promise
“Burden shall never imperil that which you have inherited
No longer will your wagons break down on the way West
You have imputed onto me what once was asked of you
For my patronage is all you need because I know best
I will plunder what was stolen while you slept
And you will raise your heads above the tops of ocean swells
What you see will be enough for existence and equality
While distance silences the sound of freedom’s bells”

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      The Suburban Poet 5 years ago from Austin, Texas

      Thank you nighthag!

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      K.A.E Grove 5 years ago from Australia

      such an indulgent people we have become, I couldnt agree with you more, this was a great write, and so true in so many ways!

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      The Suburban Poet 5 years ago from Austin, Texas

      @whonunuwho - that's a helluva name you have there... Thank you and yes you are correct in your interpretation. It makes me ill to listen to the politicians making their promises and even sicker to see how people will accept what they see as their due even though they have not earned it.

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      whonunuwho 5 years ago from United States

      Reminiscent of Satan whispering in the ear of man, with promise of the impossible and in exchange for his very soul. Good writing and meaning.