People Label To Chip People Poem by James McLain

It is not what it is, is it?
It was, labeled burned
by you the it of voice of nothing.
You!
Yes you..gave my rights away
because you live in fear..of what..
of nothing except what you do.
So you would want to chip my child
next for what..?
So you can watch her from the sky
and play with your self,
in guise of what?
Who's sick fear is that...
Not mine! .So it must be yours?
You made your enemies over there,
here and where is it
to be next freedom from what..
from me or you..
not me they fear..so it must be you.
Play silly stupid think tank games
with them not me...it's you.
Don't clone me....
grow your own smiles..ok?