A CRY FOR FREEDOM © 2008
It took a path of perdition
To understand the meaning of life,
The best side, empirically in hand,
Guided in a tender and beloved manner.
The tears that were shed
Watered the earth to cultivate love,
But took an eternity to bloom,
And the fault lies with man who could not see them.
He has avoided their cultivation, out of fear
That the thorns might make him bleed,
For blood is a necessary means
To prolong agony and bind interests.
So that many remain in their condition,
Unable to raise a pleading gaze,
Like dogs, in a final generation,
That only growl a bark, on a short leash.
Man fears what pain might release,
Thus, he closes his eyes to love, to forgiveness,
And lives life afraid to find himself,
Trapped in the circle of his own prison.