Just like me

Think you have rights?
Natural, inalienable,
written in love, or stone
tablets or scrolls or....
maybe stars that write
across the evening skies
breath, life, living,
believing, giving,
receiving, touch....
where are they
in the miles and yards
of paperwork assigned
to drones who do not know
you
where are your rights
in piles and scores
of laws and legalese
employees who do not know
you
where are you in the middle
of this law and that
new laws, regulations
outright manipulations
here is how to live, how
to breathe, how
to be
you
You think you have rights?
In the middle of this....
collective madness,
this unholy trade
for something
that looks like happiness
but restricts, constricts,
confines, refines,
defines, contains,
until all that remains
are rules with schools
that teach and preach
what not to pray
or say
and how to be
a human commodity
collectivity
never something new-
not YOU
never in this mindless space
this place for human drones
our human homes
with cameras and intruding faces
watching what you do
telling you what to do
what it means to be
you
and you would trade
your rights away
to feel this way
like children coddled
swaddled babies crying
always buying what they sell
hearing the lies they tell
you will be happy, and safe,
and free
as long as you, and you, and you,
and you....
look and behave just like me.