the burden of liberty
than the burden of peonage
What if the debt has been settled
in the tumult of the past?
Will the peace of the now
lay still and remember?
Why, pray tell in this so-called freedom
did I find more bondage
and misery and weeping?
Why this chafing amidst release?
Is there a secret in the happiness of men?
Is it hidden in the furrows
of the scholars brow,
or the folds of the reverend’s stole?
For I was traversing
a road that lay straight for miles ahead
never noticing the cross
spreading its wings beneath me
And lo, from within
rose my anger like brimstone
from the mouth of Erebus
and fleeing my rage I fell
in this crevasse of despair
and there there was silence
and anger still
and wanting nothing of the world.
is this wrath a righteous will of God
or a travesty of man?
is it my redemption or perdition?
Is this the cross where the Messiah died
or the cross where the Devil lied?
I need answers
before this chasm closes around me.
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