Sunday, November 20, 2016

Visions of Liberty

Dare I wake tempestuous dreams of
Stormy skies and trembling walls to
Stumble through the midnight mire,
The wanton waste named Yesterday.
Who can chase this clamoring cacophony of
Warning bells?
Who will quell this quivering, this shivering
Of servitude?
Once, in youth, a vision stirred
Beneath the willows sheltering arms
Where every heart is filled with hope,
A prophesy of pristine realms.
But fate is cruel and Caesar’s rule
Requires a tribute to be paid,
Hard decisions to be made before
The ogre overwhelms.
The muddled masses must arise
In fervor and intensity
To keep the dream, the quest alive.
The vision of sweet liberty.

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