Calming Downtown Chaos

These river islands

Bound by many braided snyes:

Still urban refuge.

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His Master’s Voice?

They must think us dogs

salivating to their bells

doing tricks for tiny treats!

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And how can they not

when we drool at every cue

playing games they tell us to?

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Is there any choice?

After all, they hold the cards

and set the rules we must regard.

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Why must we regard

their arbitrary edicts

when their only care

is their self-serving interests?

Bite the hands that feed, I say!

Ignore their strident bellows!

Exercise our every freedom!

Let us run across the meadows!