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Open Letter

My children
how the world changes
and all that we once dreamed of
becomes a conciliatory compromise
I and you 
in time we find
to walk amongst their ruins
in sad memories of those things to which
we were inspired

I had hoped for better
for myself
and grander opportunities for you
in loving you
that wish
now turns its tether
and ask me “ what was it you didn’t do ”
did I not struggle to lay claim
and in aspiration seek another world

The world changes, yet it changes not
and such slow deliverance relinquishes naught
but reveals a lifetime of puppetry
so I close my eyes
and live only for today
seek another way, my children
find that on which you can grasp
divest of all illusion
and shrug off the burdens of a readily-boxed life

For I feel in the bones of my soul
the storm approaching
amidst the tumult and the couldn’t care
the gatherings of dissension
smolders upon the air
and mayhap drag us all willing or unwilling
to some other unknown conclusion
be prepared my children
for life will not abide
where life can no longer function

Build all in love
seek out your sisters and brotherhood
wear some united banner
and proclaim such willful endeavors
to be your own
lend a hand to the dreaming’s of someone
of someone you have never known
for we cannot stave off this inhumanity
lest in heart to heart
we stand in unity
and face the hurricane to come

How the world changes
and in divisive block
would fetter our generations to a noose
and should you be called to arms
still stand firm
and never raise your hands in hate
never bow or scrape
and cling to your soul
for in your love and in your freedom
lays the worlds redemption

A storm is coming my children
it smolders upon the imprisoned air
and life will not abide
where life can no longer function

Copyright © Colin Mitchell Williams | Year Posted 2018

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