One Carbon Copy More

You waged a war for freedom?
Brother, sister, good for you!
Whether in the trenches
Or telling truth unto
The men and women write our law
Or yet guiding the people to
Avoid a tyrant’s raging maw,
Preying on many, any few…

Now that you are back at rest
How do you about freedom feel
When it’s put to the acid test
That makes that freedom real?
When someone else’s deep belief
Doth not to your God kneel
For revelation or relief
In mind altering substance deal

Or a woman choose to wear
A dress of which you disapprove
An inch or two more skin reveal
Than you think it behoove
A citizen constructive
As here to there she move?
Are willing to live and let live
And by your smiling prove

That freedom really is what you
Have been struggling for
And not gen’ral avoidance of
All you personally abhor
While by your own criterion
All others’ virtue score —
Approving but yourself again,
One carbon copy more?



Ana Daksina View All →

A poet is the strangest sort of soul
You in this life may e'er expect to meet
More broken even while more truly whole,
Innocently intending well, more sweet

Than any but a five year old should be
Unfit to meet a callused world's demand
Or to behave aught expediently
All grace in flight; an albatross on land

Do not the all too common error make
Do not fall into the too easy trap
Avoid the fatal egoic mistake
Imagining that poet be a sap

Powerful spirits classic and antique
Give voice when poets ope their mouths to speak

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