In
1962,
a very young 20 year old Bob Dylan sang the song, No More Auction
Block For Me, in
Greenwich Village, NYC.
It is a song from the heart of an escaped slave. At
heart, every
slave longs to be free. Every one. Bob
was not singing to any set of people, but to all who would listen. He
made
real and present what
he was living. Imagination it was not. His show was authentic.
No
more auction block for me
No
more, no more…many thousands gone.
Today's
professional sports drafting systems, what
are they,
really?
The
massive education systems around the world, what
are they,
really?
The
corporate employment web tied so closely with the education systems,
what is it, really?
The
ridiculous cyberspace systems offered to connect you to to clients
and customers and fans to further your career, what are they,
really?
The
mind boggling, incomprehensible health care regimes, what
are they,
really?
The
many election processes spread across the globe, what
are they, really?
Auctions,
auctions everywhere, count them if you care or dare.
No
chains? no whips? no salt in the wound? Look into the hearts, I
swear, it's all still there-
outrageous
profits pour into the hands of mint julip sippin' porch sitters who
secretly sneer-striking bargains in flesh with motion of a hand over
here over there…
Then
discarded heaps of bone.
Going.
Go-ing. Gone.
A
growling messenger came to town, the people listened and though they
frowned
what
won them over was just a moment on stage in a cheap plastic crown
and
the new brand of awful games going down. Down. Down.
The
kids of the sixties in the streets could not see the sneering enemy
loves protesters who only wish to be free; so they
ask
him to jail them-
and
thus let them be?
Dylan
saw that which others have not-
the
masters of war who
carry
no weapon call every shot…
Bang!
as
a crowd of
human
beings rails
at
its
oppressors
this
message:
Feed
us! Feed us!
Give
what you promised, we're weak and we're greedy!
Give
what you promised, we're weak and we're greedy!
Give
what you promised, we're weak and we're greedy!
Who
are these human beings who not who they be?
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