LIBERATION DAY
IS EVERY DAY
Flying the hood
and feeling good
Who am I?
I am a human being
There is everything a human
being must be, know, do
Be relaxed, listen to your body,
do breath
The ghost in the shell
the player in the game
I do have a soft spot
for Minmatar
A lesson in humanity
for all of US
A microcosm of tribes
but one people
So, many are slaves
to fear, anger and hate
Irony; those who feel
they are the masters
Who claim superiority
over others
They are the lost tribe
the wretched souls
Who can not make it
without the rest of us
Their mighty so called civilization
was built by those they call inferior
They fear us
we do not fear them
The wheel of progress
will not be stopped
The wealthy may hold
all the isk
The rest of us
hold the social currency
I have experienced
Minmatar grace first hand
My work the truth given form
my dreams a mighty motor
Tread on my dreams
and I still have honest labor
The immature seek to
die proudly for a cause
I seek only to live humbly
for one
Don’t let the stereotypes fool you
history and myth tell of conflict
We humans love a good tale
a gripping story
But, in our daily lives we dream
of peace and acceptance
People feel the Minmatar take
still, they are like any tribe of human
The good, the bad and the ugly
are found in every group
The perfection of our imperfection
is that there will always be work to do
Jobs come and go as is there nature
the work will always be there
My soul is in my keeping alone
I cannot say I was told to do thus
Or that virtue was not convenient
at the time, this will not suffice
When the last slave is free,
the last defamation exposed
Then maybe we will have
civilization
The Minmatar are a fiery light
helping US get there
~ Lionheart The Studio Poet