Ripe Resistance. A poem for Liberty

We have got to know fierce power now,
Got to absolve the tense worry frown,
Got to fight for our pure honest selves
Principled knowledge through inners delved,
No less than latent sorrows remorsed,
Until our patient honours re-coursed.

Hoping to pass the storm without strife,
Stuck alone, hanging on to dear life.
Safe, settled in a sufficient rung,
Or perhaps you've already been stung,
By too many sick parasite swipes,
Your defences up, resistance's ripe.

Had to flee from the cities of haze,
Jump up out of the filthy wage maze.
Illusions blinked, enemies crumbled,
Left all trace of the concrete jungles
Molten hearts of hard microwaves,
Cracking glass and drunken head graves.

Went to ask a millennial tree,
That said find the strengths and skills to be,
And dropped a thousand leafs,
A thousand limbs, a thousand griefs,
It's growth was sacrificed gladly.
For a world it would never see.

Water, food, shelter, comfort and pain,
Tribes based on trust and mutual gain,
Human resource autodependence,
Respecting liberties relevance.
Safe from a humanity insane,
Focused on fear and personal drain.

Soft centred with equilibrium,
Content in changing hardships to come,
Aware of solid consequences,
With fluidity of perspectives,
The fear state that is alright for some,
Is not for nothing almost undone.

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LT