Freed
from the choking fetters
of absentee political stranghold,
a mere tokenist garland
round his distended neck,
but now, pinned down with
paterfamilias nepotism,
laws broken at light’s speed,
man is still limited.
Freed
from the bare-footed iron-gong,
of foot-to-foot news relay,
to the limitless expanse of Babel telecom
in-gathering of a thousand voices
across the splittered pinging shore,
man is still limited.
Freed
from the chantings of the ancestral
gods borne on peeled shoulders
and aching seasons of ceaseless droughts
but free, now, to worship
to heart’s incandescent fullness,
yet of an UNKNOWN GOD,
man is still limited.
Freed
from the moral censures
with libertarian suaveness
affirming open-breasted audacity
and bare-buttocked liberty,
creeping anew, self-consciously,
into the red-eye beretted Tiananmen Square,
with stretched-out mangled-hands
and knotted-brain,
to colonize, Niger to Nile anew,
man is still limited.
