Air Rights Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

Imagine this, the lightless sky
horizon, to horizon, to horizon
to horizon all around this Earth's
atmosphere, a cloudy grime laid above
all other things and beings; grinning
ear to ear, smug and looking down
upon the awe of all of this filled full
of fear, chaotic confusion, scurrying
worrying, trembling bunch of barely
above the lesser primates humans
dropping down upon all fours, down
upon their each and every pair of knees
eyes all glazed and overflowing with
cascading waterfall tears pouring down
their pudgy cheeks, mouths agape, and
silently screaming up at whatever image
that God can be consciously thought of
wailing out to this imagination developed by
their insignificant overlords from way back when
those who devised the teachings as such, to instill in
the minds of those less wickedly inclined than ‘they'
a methodology of enslavement and control…
And throughout the ages, during all of the
counted generations of humankind; this
control was always enforced by threat of
death, by an actual threat of physical death
events devised to be so horrifying and absolutely
terrifying that the inducement towards bowing down
to, and not questioning such rules, became the one, and
absolute ‘normal', that was taught and enforced and expected
to be followed by the humans higher up whatever food chain
you chose to climb, or by whichever status, level by level
that made you emphatically reach for and strive for and
beg for, and pray to that or this ‘God Imagination' for…
In all supposition, this is, what the each and every
one of you is so taught to do; and in the ends, as
of the means, to absolve your weakness, of its
rewards, this is what you always wind up doing
begging for your wants; all the while neglecting
your needs, denying your gifts, shunning your
self-worth, turning away from your existence
spurning the very essence of your `self'…
What is more so truth than supposition?
You, cannot deny or disguise or comprehend
self; for you cannot define self, cannot accept self
fear your own self, abhor your own self, wish your
own self, death; more than a few dozens of times in
your ever shortening lifetimes, and there is no plausible
deniability here; this in fact, this is the profound and
absolute honest to God, complete and only truth…
So, you have no leverage, no recourse, and no excuse for
not cursing at the inevitability that you will soon be paying
the greater part of your lifetime's `net worth', for the very
air you breathe! Do some research, for if you think, that
clean and drinkable water is an issue, then a look at what
the immediate future of a healthy and breathable air supply
implies; a supply made available at some cost, most assuredly
making the each of you, most certainly `mad as hell'! This is coming
so gather together your gear, and make your protest signs now!