-another freewrite

moans over the ocean
low hungry dungeons
lunging lustily for but a crust
busted out, rusted over
cut and dried
tanned hides
of a billion slaves, grey
by thirty, dirty dingy walks
to work, to school, to dream and
see what we see, screaming freedom
rings, freedom stings and stabs
breaks scabs choking croaking
bloated bags, two sacks of skin
kindle the flame within, still sin
sinning, after millenia trapped to our foot
bound to our roots boots super glued
in our survival suits, The moon
walk carnival Barnum and Baley sailing
'laughing with one hand waving free'
the other charming three women
living on these streets, these dirty streets
that we're bound to, like clowns who
can't take off their noses
can't shake off their rosy cheeks
while cashing checks laughing heads
behind the counter flounder as they hear'em
say it's the same with them in the mirror
So what if we're half beast? we be as we be
not as we believed, freedom is an idea.
So what if we're free, so what but what if..
but what then, look for the man who doesn't belong
long haired took the form of Pan, the songed flutist, he blew
this bet with Zeus, this test of mettle of wit, yet
still knitted still netted together this web of tethers realm.
So does it tend to matter whether no one's home at the helm?
Nowhere Man spins and turns burns the urns'
ashes again a den of iniquity turned upsidedown
touch around your mouth: big lipped Southies
softies dreaming lofty sights of kingdom come, of
freedom, need something to believe in I guess.