Your laws have no authority
over me.
They are cold, empty words
written on bleached paper
bland and dead
like the cookie-cutter white male politicians
who made them.
I don’t have to follow your rules.
Your courts have no authority
over me.
You tell me to sit quietly by
while you condemn me
for defying your demands for obedience
by putting my body on the line
to save the living forest green
from the lust for greasy green dollar bills.
I don’t have to obey your orders.
Your culture has no authority
over me.
I eat bread from your overflowing dumpsters
and ignore your techno-corporate imperative
to consume the labor of third world children
and wear your festering name-brand clothes
on my clean unwashed body.
I don’t have to take your alienation
You tell me how to live, breath, act, think
with your violent gods and heartless economy.
But my love defies your laws
and my action defies your courts
and my bond with the Earth
defies your culture’s lies.
That’s why you tremble in angry fear
beneath a facade of flowing black robes
and starchy business suits.
You know that my heart
burns with the flames of Truth, Love, and Courage
so you try to put me in chains
before I can burn a hole
in your paper-thin reality.
You can chain me, beat me, kill me
but you will never stop me
because you have
no authority.