I am....

Disposable society

You sought to 

Exile 

The best of me

In boxes

Of your design:

Religious

Gender

Political

Socio-economic

Ethnic

Philosophical

Medical

When my walk

Is then complete

You would 

Presume to exploit

Those 

Left behind

With one 

Last box 

To house 

My rotting flesh

Enough!!

There remains

No further cheek 

To turn..

A divine 

Soul-summoned rage

Fuels girded-loins

Nothing to defend

Upon life's 

Stage 

An orchestrated scene

Set 

 To incite..

Not anger 

To be "managed"

But 

To release

The righteous unapologetic declaration

Of a birthright

The battalion

Does not exist

That will 

Deflect 

A soul-guided trajectory

Nor silence a voice

Embraced in passion's flame

Legislation, protocols, dogmas

 All ways, shapes & forms

Must pale 

And bow to 

The divine 

Guidance

Of self-definition

I seek

To align within

The fortitude 

Of my own "Haka"

The honour of 

The Samurai

The irrepressible fury

Of 

The "Berserkers"

The assimilation

Ends here.

R. O'Neill (December 20, 2017)