My personal politics prove problematic.

Too many feel I must toe

the lines of the Two Parties

or be just another apathetic voter.

This leaves me convinced others are

but fools who dance to drums

beat by demonic beasts who control

the world through their strange rhythms.

I rarely speak of them, lately.

Tired of ridicule over walking paths

others cannot see as valid beliefs.

But, they are my firm convictions,

not those of shadowy kettle masters,

who seek unison of oar strokes

to drive forward their own agendas,

making others feel they are theirs.

I hold that we have failed

the promise of the American Dream.

We lack the spine to choose

true servants to the Civil Order,

setting over ourselves a foul over-class,

Masters who speak with forked tongues. 

Mine is the way of Conservation,

of faith, not just petty wealth.

I am a social libertarian, and yet

I feel the need for accountability.

Mine is the view of few,

none out there hold many beliefs

that call me to a poll

to cast a vote for them.

Instead, being homeless, jobless, and surviving,

the path I walk is... detachment. 

Until one rises up as champion

for those things I have spoken,

none deserve my support, money, anything. 

I shall not defend this stance.

I see no need to, now.

Society kicked me one last time,

so I get the message carried

in that boot tip so wickedly.

You, America, are a failure, now.

And I should have stood up

long before now to say such. 

Now, I weigh my options, carefully.

Do I write off all people?

Walk off into the beckoning mountains,

never to walk amid such fools?

Or do I make a stand?

Pondering on this will take time. 

9June2014 - Dyfedd Rex, who is not dead, just been thinking.