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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Freedom, like truth, is far from being a virgin; abused, raped, polluted and left to whither, die and decay. But these two sisters ape the wind, water, and soil of Mother Earth: Eternals. The wind may die down but rises up stirringly. Water evaporates only to become more of what it was to rain back down to the earth. Soil manifested as sand, dirt, mud, or clods, remains the fertile nourishing womb and breasts of Mother Earth. They may abuse, rape, and pollute wind, water, and the soil; but they can’t destroy them. They may abuse, rape, and pollute freedom and truth; but they can’t destroy them. Wind, water, soil, freedom and truth are eternal; eternally on the move—pursuing redemptive being. We are the children of the abused, raped, and polluted people whom the children of injustice have sought to destroy our truth and freedom with the mendacious lies of their phallic story (history) plundering our story (ourstory): their children seeking to maintain the old manifest destiny. Today, time longer than rope seeks to lynch the mind; but truth and freedom dangle in the wind; flow in the water and are rooted in the germinating soil redemptive revelation: free your mind and you are. Remember, we are also children of the wind, water, and soil; the truth is the light and freedom is the fight! If our ancestors, with so little, could survive plundering rape of the Motherland, let us with so much, put a stop to the same in the Fatherland—lest we are deemed virgins in the struggle: useless drones in the village beehive.
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