Freedom

With its own refreshing taste… Any life from it severed, an unarguable waste, Now seemingly abstract, soon fiercely concrete: A pair of good shoes for all feet! Before me solidly sketches a wing, The palpable symbol of this inalienable thing That one from Africa can lift To places farther by the widest shift. From one freedom is promptly taken away After senselessly toying with The Law: Persons by inviting offences led astray And now to head for some prison door. Freedom’s foremost friend is the loosest Tongue Always graphically able to portray a scandal: A sponsorship of exhaled air from the lungs, Neatly picturing the scandals of Vandal… Freedom’s forever sworn enemy is a curfew Maximum scanty prisons imitating Nephew.