The point has been made very clear and proven by those that dared to try,
to be students of the Constitution, denounce US birthright, travel to the Hague,
receive apostles of status as sovereign diplomats, become documented expatriates, jurisdiction undefined.
That we can unravel the straw-man, demand our legal rights, even play the game on their field,
create a bond and buy a life-we can be so right in their own terms, meet them head on prepared not to fight, not to stipulate away our freedoms, but to accept and for value return, follow the protocol, dot the i’s-many years and millions of dollars later-layers of defense, of documentation and glaring proof-
In the end, none of it matters, not to the Alphabet Soup Men that monitor our life. We were so smart, we figured it all out, master the administrative process, decode our master files.
To know the depths of the lie, the ultimate deception, of an experiment long ago failed, a declaration and a constitution, later on a bill of rights, from the Queen we never severed, the world bankers bought the rights, to the present and future labor, of generations yet unborn, at our first breath join the corporation,assign the number, sign the forms.
Create a straw man negate an individual, there is nothing you truly own. Deeds of title simply an illusion, of a stewardship and a bond, invisible money, multiply it, add some zeros, pass it along. Balance the ledger, take any measure, to collect green cash from the working man. To fill in that third column, but that was not enough alone, to feed the machine imploding around itself, hedge funds and high risk loans, ponzi schemes within the ponzi schemes, lifetimes of wealth reduced to dust, on a deserted fireplace mantle, of a home once brimming with life.
A nation of displaced homeowners, now what really matters in life. Tow the line, pay the mortgage, scold the kids, resent the wife, to pay the bills is all that matters, at least I own my home. I have equity against which I can borrow, to buy the things I can’t afford, so now every tenth house sits vacant, ghost town of dreams and lives, the love inside those walls is all that matters, what do we really need to survive. everything bought on credit, make the payments over time. Slowly sinking it devours us, predatory loans for predatory consumers, 401K plans gone overnight.
This is for those who tested the system, stood their ground and knew their rights.
Sacrifice of time and loved ones banished, on the run by dark of night, filing papers,
dodging police men, set out to prove for once that right, in proper format presented,
would expose the lie and turn the tables, a revolution not many would fight.
The depth of desolation, when reality with stinging bite, click the cuffs, lets go its over,
it will be years before you see light. All you had to do was pay the money,
we demanded it many times. Why did you have to buck the system, it has served us well this night.
Senior citizens, southern belles, at last we’ve captured- conspiracy to defraud the government, you were betrayed by those whose hand, you held and with love supported, in the midst of the dragons fight.
Though the outcome wasn’t planned for, positive thinking with all our might, what we dreaded most has happened, what a terrible waste it seems. But in vain you did not struggle, this lesson hard to
learn. Patriotism misappropriated, love of country, wrong and right, will the constitution save us, no it won’t it doesn’t mean shit, nor the apostle with gold anointed, not here on US soil, or soil where we have influence, our reach is far and wide. We will harass your young grandchildren, expose your deeds until we might, find one when threatened spineless, that we might entice to write, a detailed statement of your whereabouts, and they will lie when brought to light. But so will we, in grand jury indictments, and in plea agreements along the way, sign your name and be delivered, from the punishment dealt your comrades, but will you be able to sleep at night. If not we will prescribe you, drugs to keep you in a daze, to forget your deeds unholy, and with any luck you might, overdo it and crash your Yukon, Onstar can’t help you now, turning light into creeping shadows, returning love with fear and spite,
To the ones that sit in prison, no one is trying to help them now, everybody save their own asses,
guess that wasn’t a good idea after all. So much for truth and freedom, never committed, just playing along. Close down the hot-line, disband the brain trust, it will be forgotten before long. But not by everyone out here, you touched hearts and showed the light, in ways you may not realize, but that carry on to this day, so many truths to me imparted, these beautiful spirits locked away, in a cell in of a federal prison, you have paid a heavy price.
To prove that the lie is all encompassing, forget about it, live your life, stay under the radar, prepare your family, no one else will have your back. Acknowledge conspiracy, educate your children, don’t perpetuate the hate. You knew the risks, and yet you took them, and somehow along the way, you changed my life and gave me wisdom, our meeting necessary, information exchanged. More respect I could not give you, I live my life to elevate, the understanding that without your sacrifice, would still be tempered and vague, in my mind and of those I influence. Never forgotten, wisdom to build on, till we meet again one day.
Dedicated to J, my beautiful friend and mentor, 70 years old, incarcerated at Carswell Medical Facility of the Bureau of Prisons