Free Thoughts, Free VerseSubmitted by Walden_Paragon on Sun, 04/20/2008 - 02:55
The following two poems I've composed this evening after returning from a Candlelight Vigil in honor of the Thousands and Thousands of dead and wounded vets in Iraq and Afghanistan.
I'm now serving my 6th year in the military. And everyone calls me a hero at those vigils and how much they appreciate me. And every time I just come home and cry. And thank god for my fiance. I figured maybe writing would get me out of my funk and maybe motivate you guys, so here they are.
"American Evolution is Coming"
For liberty should not escape you like the dreams of a man awakening.
For every conversation is leading to the same conversation, every decision is leading to the ultimate decision to declare liberty and self-ownership.
For every mind we awake, it is as if we have rewired a brain synapse and got it firing properly again.
For every person who recommits themselves to persuing a just and free America, instead of merely accepting oblivion, is like a new born child.
And all minds MUST BE honest and learned and responsible unto each other, but most importantly the selfless self.
For every vote will then become a vote for principle and every vote will be observed and felt like ripples in a wave.
For every thought has been cast into this great collective stream of ideas and egos and prayers and lies.
And let lies worry you not,
For ONLY truth can stand in the rain.
For I am standing guard,
under a House of Cards,
with the Beacon of Truth on top.
This proud Light was once Singing,
but is now only bringing
a Memory that is fading...
Yet I am still waiting,
for the Others to join me,
Because I KNOW
Freedom is not so
far gone or far away.
I too fought through the pain
when I broke from my Chains
and other invisible Boundaries
abound around me.
Now, l keep myself warm
and dry from the Rain...
Though my feet are hurting,
as I am discerning,
that most of my Brothers,
have accepted their fate
at the Hands and the Pens
that Cage them away.
Yet I keep my Vigil,
through abuses uncivil,
and hold my hands steady,
as I relearn to pray
for a System of Freedoms,
usurped by a Kingdom
of Animals, to my dismay.
And all around the White Castle,
there waged a Great Battle
between both Blind Sheep and Mute Cattle,
of various size.
There were Red ones, and Blue ones,
and Green ones amoung them,
but not a One could see the Divide.
That the Wedge that decieved them,
that was stealing their Income and Freedom,
was stabbing them from behind!
Too busy, the Watchmen were laughing,
and they barely noticed in passing,
as they were gleefully tasing and bashing,
that Justice was truly Blind.
So, the Poor Kids bled as they battled
with horrible, but Muted death rattles,
Voiced over and Censored
by cold money Media Machines
that wash Blood away
and make all the Wars clean.
And those Soldiers' young bodies were hidden
pictures of the Broken Dead were Forbidden
Yet proudly I have been giving
Voice to my lost Brothers,
holding onto their histories.
Though soon, I'll be set out and marching
to the Castle and bravely charging,
I don't wish to fight all alone.
This House of Cards is my home,
the only thing I can own,
until other Free people arrive
with their open hearts and solid backbones.
And even though my gun's at my side
I'm just wishing for a mind
that can help me shoulder the time,
as I stand here waiting,
for the other Patriots
to fall in line.