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Wednesday, August 31, 2005

Oh Martha!!

08/31/2005


I’ve always been somewhat of a cynic but the whole Martha Stewart crap has brought out the worst in me. Any vestige of naivete I had was killed during her trial, sentencing, and now total release.

The child in me wants to still think that all people are treated equally. Yeah, I know, life has told me over and over again that this isn’t so, but I still want to think it. At least I can have my dreams – right?

I am bothered that Martha Stewart and her friends cheated themselves into a lot of money at the expense of the hardworking poor and middle class.

I am bothered that Martha Stewart and her friends have not been required to pay back with interest the money that they stole to the people who lost so much.

I’m bothered that Martha Stewart “served time” in a Frou Frou prison for her crime. She lied about her involvement to the Courts…IIRC Missy Elliot did the same thing and got a One-year prison sentence – but I digress.

I’m really bothered that Martha Stewart is in the spotlight and does not even seem a tad bit sorry for what she did.

And I’m extremely bothered that even her parole violation did not deter the inequality of law enforcement in our country.

Face it, if it were you or me we would still be locked up in San Quentin’s lower dungeon fighting mice for breadcrumbs and stagnant water. If it were you or me, part of our sentence would have been that we could not make a profit from our crimes.

But it’s not us. It’s the royalty in our world racking up royalties from their royal flush.

I cannot even shop at K-Mart because I don’t want my dollars to get filtered to Martha…goodness knows the country had to pay for her stay at Frou Frou while we sat confined out of confinement trying to get our ends to meet.

Through this thought, I’m amazed that I’m still amazed. Maybe there really is a little bit of the wide-eyed wonder still alive in me.

Peace,
zss

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