The End of Freedom
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("Turning of the Tide", 2019, original encaustic)
The End of Freedom
In the long winter nights
As everyone sleeps
Or long summer days
As everyone plays
The force of habits
Long ingrained
By sheepish tendencies
Embraces and envelopes
And strangles by degree
What it means to be free
Soon in the name of peace
And security
Democracy and freedom
All freedom is lost
And what is left
Is only dark and dry
A hard surface
Which throws off
The shimmering illusion
Of water and light
For those bound
To endlessly cross
The barren wasteland
Of their soul
(2/16/24)
Copyright © James Moore | Year Posted 2024
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