Freedom is for the proactive

This is really about what i hope to do with my writings if not now in the future. Comments and critique are more than welcome. Thank you.

On somber stones
My feet do tread
With these ideals
Roaming through my head

Of virtue and truth
And things left past
It seems our future
In steel is cast

A dark misery
Mine eyes behold
If not in pieces
We find the mold

Where power is
An unjust tool
Weilded with ease
By countless fools

To raise the self
They will trap the free
Bringing destruction
To harmony

Creativity itself
Will be but a pawn
Music and art
Will only fuel the con

With words on paper
Set to rhythm and rhyme
And help from a friend
Known simply as time

I will mend the wounds
They will carry out
And stand against power
Firm, without doubt

Of one thing I will ask
You must not be passive
Freedom for all
Is something only all can live

Author's Note

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