She's A "Bobby" I'd Love To Be Arrested By

Thought Police

I'm afraid

So afraid

Of being arrested

By the thought police

Their rules are many

Think this

Think that

Don't diverge from the normal

Stop playing on the street corner of tomorrow

Let sleeping dogs rest

Do not question

Do not burn on passionate bonfires

I watch as they ready their weapons

They display arresting warrants through clouded glass

Fifty shades of bland

Cuffs dangling from bulging belts

Bound in self rightous blunder

They wait outside my door

Screaming bull horns command me to exit my paper freedom

I am blinded by search lights, forced to use my third eye

Fearful of their uniformed presence

How long will they be held at bay?

I hold their preconceptions hostage

They cannot see beyond their script

Trained in the warfare of ignorance 

They say "who are you, to question our authority?"

I answer

"I am the poet

The one who dreams beyond here and now

My words push through yesterday like a plow!

Yet I am gentle like the rain

Equal parts of pleasure and pain

A powerful detergent

I remove ancient stains

With my words I shake the ground

I will not be stopped by another's sound

Arrest me, yet you can't stop what I think

Within my mind I determine what I drink."

The thought police

Turn to another

The writings of our sisters and brothers

They wait, with cuffs in hand

Unable to understand

The few

The many

Who have joined hands

The poets

The thinkers

We take a stand

~ Richard Lamoureux