Dance For Thee

He danced. You know.
Like no one was watching.
Hair matted by sweat. Hands shaking.
Rhythms of life. In the making.

They watching. You knew.
His every move.
Sweat they say the drugs. Weeping from a guilty soul.
Shaking hands and a Good Book tells them so.

He danced. Yet more.
Happy feet to the score.
He danced. For evermore.
Front to back door.

Ignorance held, within Sheeple minds.
Good Book guides bigotry.
Crushing grapes on vines of life.
Lives full of contradictory.

Maroon Five at a higher volume.
Song that convey. Much.
Followed by ages old Jonnie Rotten.
Forced frustration.
Their minds fall. Mush.

Stirring a pot. "Hallelujah". Late Master Cohen.
Having same. That Good Book.  Reading there a second look.
Soul knowing where it's going.

He danced. You see.
Knowing.
He danced. Like me.
Gathered troubles.
Reduced to rubble.

They watch him still.
He smiles. Free will.
Yokes of bigotry.
They never overstand.

For he is.
Free.
Freedom.
Is thee.