.
.
What's new with John Ford?
How goes his travail?
Does he shamble around
with a mop in his jail?
.
What are his chances;
does he pretend (?)
sweet liberty's restored
to him ever again?
.
Is he despondent?
Is he depressed?
What do you miss when
your freedom's oppressed?
.
...And he's been so for decades...
has been buried... interred...
been tied up and shut down...
ablated... deterred!
.
Is he despairing?
Is he tormented—
writhing and chafing
his unearned internment?
.
Of what might he THINK, then,
"forgotten" in prison?
How does he manage
his hellish condition?
.
How does he govern
the feelings he has
for the folks who betrayed him,
or cheated him ...bad...
.
What are his thoughts
on that lack of concern
from his own damned community
who's shunned him, in turn?
.
What are his options?
What's his prerogative?
His right to release
is a sad interrogative!
.
Loitering streets?
...Some far worse than him!
Released, and at large?
These are MONSTERS, my friend!
.
Though, it's Ford who is jailed
like a serial fiend,
when, in TRUTH, he's done nothing
but question "the meme"!
...And what is this "meme," then,
the circumspect ask?
Well, the meme that you can't
take the "system" to task!
.
He's scorned for his courage
of strident conviction!
He's jailed for reasons
concocted from fiction!
He lives a perdition
of "slow rot" to please...
those who "make out"
if he's brought to his knees!
.
He lives his debasement
to further the ends
of the demons who profit
from what they propend.
.
He's tied up and muffled
to further the cause
of political ambitions...
that should give us all pause!
.
Forgotten and lonely
he sits in his cell,
thinking—quite rightly—
he's gone straight to hell.
.
What's the damn hold up?
When was his "crime"?
Who was it injured
for John doing time?
Where are the reasons
he's suffered these years?
Why can't we help him?
.
Isn't it queer?
.
How's it continued
he's held and confined,
and never a trial?
Why, I'd lose my mind!
From the pages of Kafka,
confined and abused
for years without end...
could one BE more bemused?
.
What of John's lawyer?
What was his take?
How much of John's property
paid bills he had faked?
WHERE are John's assets?
What of his pension?
How long must he suffer
the man's foul detention?
.
WHERE is the Justice?
WHERE'S the fair task;
where has this *fairness* departed,
some ask!
.
Why can't he speak;
why can't he talk—
why can't he tell us
his crime is a crock?
What is so secret
they'd lock him away
then lose all the keys
that would free him today!
.
When will he get
all the rights that he *has*
for being "AMERICAN,"
I hasten to add!
.
I'm thinking of you, John;
I'm in my back yard.
I'm looking at Venus,
and stars that shine, hard...
.
The wind's in my face...
but my freedom's a fake;
with you in your jail,
my freedom's at stake!
.
It's all washed away
by the whim of the man
who handles our lives
with the heaviest hand.
.
Step on his toes
in a search for some equity,
and suffer the slings
and his arrow's inequity.
.
Make a demand
for respect you be shown,
and be thrown to the foot
of the man's jealous throne!
.
Demand a just treatment
—to be kept well informed—
and be found (surely!) outcast,
shunned, and then scorned!
.
When is your trial?
Shall you be heard?
Or will they just mock you,
and keep you interred?
.
...May John, the fates willing,
secure his release,
and then sue for a bundle,
a billion at least!
- lehmberg2002@gmail.com
www.AlienView.net
This egregiously small adumbration of his grotesquely violated civil rights justifies that SMALL hyperbole, reader!
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