An Allegory To Free At Last
An anchored statue
can no longer be a metaphor
for liberty;
like-wise neither can unbalanced scales
be a matching simile for justice—
and a cracked bell
whose sound has been eviscerated
will never ring out freedom.
Broken chains
dangling from the wrist cuffs
of outstretched hands
do not symbolize liberation;
and the split in the veil
fails to reveal the deception
in the utterance
of “We hold these truths to be…”
The metaphoric chorus of deceit
must be met like-wise
with the metaphoric chorus of truth
is the light—
which can’t be chiseled from stone.
True light can’t be forged
from furnace metals
teased in Dante-like flames…
the truth is the light
and the light of truth is
as the sun—everlasting.
We are people of light
and like its companion waters,
we’re people of blood…
lightning…thunder…
and must liberate ourselves
as such—opening
the minds’ eyes and ears
of our children
to the light…to the thunder…
and roaring liberation…
all raining down into freedom’s sea—
evaporating the (in) from injustice!
As is the sea…so must we be…
with eyes and ears
stayed on the prize—screaming
choruses of blood, sweat, and tears—
creating clouds of hope
that will let freedom rain down
in the light first spoken into existence
by Him who has never failed us.
Come let us name it…claim it…
collect it: our liberated humanity…
our precious God-given grace.
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