ON FREEDOM

Were it not for the air I breathe

At this moment, for the fine wrappings of oxygen

Which encompass my flesh then

I would know no freedom

Were it not for man’s flimsy foundations

For the crumbling wall of civilization

I would still know freedom

Were it not for trees to absorb our expended air

And for such a cycle as life to not exist

I would know no freedom

Yet if taxation knew no supporters in our fine country

And if icy society knew no lapses of judgment and lack of morality

I would still know freedom

If the planet were to gray and harden and decay

If the untouched virginity of fertile soil was to be raped

If the bloody red rays of sunlight were to fade

I would know no freedom

But if those with hardened visages wielding instruments of death

And masses of likeminded individuals began to notice this kinship of thought

And if man began to be courteous to himself rather than tear himself apart

And if the hole caused by society was to be mended

And the soil to be made fertile

And the sun’s rays gave us our rightful blood

Then we would again know freedom