No force or strings,
bribes, promises or laws
will keep me from
my stake and claim.
The time has come
for the fight once
feared, now bragged about,
cold is end of the
sad day when you turn to a retreat
more shameful than
the french.
The cities belong
to the pedestrians
but they were usurped
along with something
called ethics,
and concern for
general will.
You can pass the
hours any way you
may
but only your work
shall be a mark
and only your word
will be your place.
2/8/11
James J Jackson 