My115thDream

Dave's Mental Meanderings
2001-10-26 07:35:20 (UTC)

Poem - "Freedom"

Freezing rain edging eerily down on mankind,
Seeking out the target it soon will find,
Slowly washing away
The things that some would say
We don't even need.
They've planted the seed,
And before too long
We'll wonder what's wrong
When a man can't sit and gaze
Through the early morning haze
Upon an urban winter sunrise.
I've seen it with these two eyes,
A badge and a gun,
"Step over here son."
And what will be our fate
When they start to separate
A man from his river?
Is there even a sliver
Of pure humanity
Amidst the insanity
That permeates all but the smallest crack
Without ever looking back?
But some still haven't succumbed,
Their souls refusing to be numbed,
They can think, feel, and write
With unobstructed sight.
But they are few in number and fading fast,
Who knows how long we can last
Without them among us.
The songs they have sung us
Should have woken us up by now.
It's a wonder to me how
We can ignore their cries
And tell ourselves lies
Just to get to sleep at night.
We'll never win the fight
If we don't realize it's there
And soon start to care
About the things that shouldn't be taken away.
If not, then soon will come the day
When they permanently close the door.
Then, you ask, will there be any more
hope?
Nope.




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