I tasted Freedom
And it lingers in my mouth.
I flew with the Sun
Like a bird toward the South.
I saw queen's royal and musical alike,
I saw king's behead wives
Yet though the axe came chopping
I never felt so alive.
I watched fires burn down cities
And soldiers shoot down sons and wives.
I defied a Holocaust
And came out the other side.
I witnessed the most unlikely alliance,
Rode shotgun with Bonnie and Clyde.
And even when I've dwindled
My name has never died.
Hope is what they call me
For I'll never do you wrong.
In history's darkest moments
Freedom;
Is on my tongue
- Author: W. G. Simms ( Offline)
- Published: April 21st, 2016 14:01
- Comment from author about the poem: In all your darkest moments, hope is there to guide you.
- Category: Surrealist
- Views: 128
Comments1
Lovely!
Many thanks for your encouragements.
-W. G. Simms
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