Keeping Freedom Safe
Freedom's side of the fence has a hatchet lock
tree breaker slipped through two steel knots
unremarkable. It looks shoddy and spent
scarcely enough to protect Freedom you'd say
but you'd be wrong. Looks deceive, the lock stays,
and Freedom dreams in the smug comfort of safety
his home a many-level high rise with gleaming glass
strong enough no stones can shatter those panes
no throw can reach through the barbed wire
no man can reset his claim, upset his dominion.
Freedom rests on the backs of the weary and he
is now in the tower he calls his own asleep.
image from pixabay.com
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AH Freedom...Thanks for sharing
Thank you for reading.
Very poignant piece. Makes me feel so many things about this life and this country.
People forget both sides of the fence are cages. . .
Hoping for something better in 2018.
What a beautiful and tragic recognition. Safe in it's tower, surrounded by defenses that make it unassailable, freedom's support and foundation rests on those who work til fatigued keeping it safe, only to find it sleeping, rather than providing for those who may need it most. A sad state where it's not that there isn't freedom for all, but even more painful that freedom has been secured, but locked up safe where it is not soaring in the lives of many. Wow. Touching and rattling as always.
I love that you can so readily provide the words for what I'm thinking. That may sound strange, but these ideas get locked in my head as images and come out through writing in a way that can easily be lost if I tried to speak. I feel like you are a translator. :)
You honour me too much. I just get feelings as I read your pictures. Often I am afraid to comment because my goal is never to usurp your meaning from your art, but rather to express the emotions and meanings your art evokes in me. However, even if that is the goal of art, we are surely able to admit that our home, whether creating or consuming, is to connect with the emotions of author/observer
You pour an incredible amount of emotion into so few words. Powerful piece of prose, and I'm hoping for better things this year as well.
Thank you. I'm really looking forward to the freshness of 2018.
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