Stacey Okonkwo (2nd place. Poetry. Fall 2010 Writing Contest)
A police state reigns down on our town
Those who dared question it are no longer around
Humanity and all its sorrows and free will are now bound
By the elite who now wear the crown
In our hearts grows the beast of insurrection
As we all march to a monotonous beat and glare at our shackled reflection
Get this computer chip out of my arm
And take me back to the days when we could bear arms
The neo-Nazis that police us have no souls
They are robotic and lust for complete control
One woman, so heroic and so foolish, screams out from the masses
The neo-Nazi is caught offguard as she breaks protocol and dashes
Her blonde hair whipping in the wind like mad
She gives us all courage and reminds us of the mind we once had
Her figure grows tiny as she escapes into the distance
We all stare hoping that at least one will know freedom in this instance
She doesn’t make it of course
She is gunned down, her head blown right off her neck with no remorse
Yet we all envy her still
She stole a taste of freedom
What a thrill
Which one is eye? by Carronica MacDonald
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VERY INTERESTING, DO U THINK IT WOULD BE BETTER FOR THE WORLD TO MARCH AT ONE SOUND? OR WOULD U SAY THAT IT IS THE SIGNS OF TIME AS IN REVELATION?