Non-Coercive World

Non-Coercive World 'Liberty', your name on every tongue. Your lips carry the Call of all-along... From deep within our breast, Wherein our thoughts do rest... And percolate in solitude, Above the teaming multitude... Exhorting us to become ourselves; To go deep within- shun the shop shelves... So that our Being is of our own choice, So it reverberates in a distinct and clear voice... So our actions, under our own sure command, Remain clear of consciences austere reprimand... 'Liberty', let your name not merely be on our tongue, Or the flag behind the barrels of a thousand guns... Or the poppies over the fields of Afghanistan, Or the whalers around the seas of Japan... Nay: but let each man become his own child, In a non-coercive world, of mad mercy mild...