Black Sheep

I am the black sheep

Among the herd I stand and watch
their souls reflect the sun
while the woolen fabric of my own
absorbs

My family is a line of true believers
Social Justice and Equality

Their faith is that elected leaders can
lead us to a promised land
where all men
get the same chance in life

No wide disparity of wealth
No opulence
No dilapidated slums

Everybody gets a fair shake

Shining white in the light
their noble intent
vibrates in the fabric of
resonant noise

I am the black sheep

I was told in school that all men
were created equal and was taught
to believe that it meant that all men
continued to be equal to the end

But equality, I have found, is a myth

Each man has his own strengths,
his own advantages,
his own weaknesses and obstacles
to overcome

Equality is a diversion
- a carrot at the end of a stick

The only way to make men equal
is by force

I am the black sheep

Darkening the landscape
in contrast to the shining mass
of white around me

Among my countrymen I stand
and listen to all the wrongs
to be righted

As we wait for the soothsayer
to take to the pulpit
and ask for our tithe of a vote

They have the magic elixir to
mend our broken spirits

This one has the key
This one knows the way

Yet I distrust men with guns who
come in the name of the State
to impose the tyrannical will of the mob

The only way that men will do what they
otherwise would not is through force

The coercive power of the State
would bleach my soul
in the name of equality

And the name of Good Intentions
rings hollow when what is good
can only be decided by each man
for himself

And he who decides what is good for
himself is different from the mob
must be brushed aside
- eliminated
- silenced

I am the black sheep

Apart from the herd
yet warm