RickyMcG

In the room where Freedom died

Silence fell like fog

And I knew that she was dead.

Duty waited 'til she slept

And put a bullet in her head.

 

Duty wept as he left

The room where Freedom lay

Still and unsuspecting.

That's when I heard him say:

 

Forgive me Freedom,

If you hear my voice

This is my job.

I had no choice.

 

The ghost of Freedom 

Listened in unexpected desolation

As the man she loved with all her heart

Defended this situation. 

 

Freedom thought about her life,

Her eternity with Duty.

Side by side they fought for Peace

And Love And Calm And Beauty

 

Now betrayed, she contemplated

An eternity alone

With sadness she began to fade

Into the unknown

 

Silence fell like fog

And not a single person cried

Except me in the corner

In the room where Freedom died.

Comments1

  • lasergraph

    Great job. This captured my thoughts and will keep me thinking for some time.

    • RickyMcG

      Thanks for reading and it really means a lot that you can take something from this poem 🙂



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