Nasty Elements
 

in my heart of hearts
i am suspicious
i sense family
is friendly fascism
fostered by illusions
of a stability
that only exists
in a state
of freedom

but who wants freedom
when feeling its price
is choice
when seeing its value
is solitude
when knowing its end
is risk

better yet is the comfort
of ignorance
and the security
of clock-punching
lest the grey areas
pose questions

the black and white
partitions some praise
succumb to the nasty
elements of chance
and challenge.

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