The Free Born
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A waste of a free, born to a just throne,
Is it not plain, that all good, be your own,
For death be the night, then dark be the day,
Set thy bow, make your claim, for me you slay,
Should death be vain, with no song, with no tune,
Ought one life part, from this Earth and fair moon,
To rush the day, bring on the night, a gift
For my love is born, my free heart be swift,
Hence, loose lips are proved, this show of truth be,
A clear move made owned of hands that aid me,
Haunts are freed from this place, sailed sun, it rise,
Seize this day to be lived, wealth be its prize,
Free the day sweet life, and swords born to sheath,
Let joy be for free hearts, let the born breathe.
2019 September 17
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14 lines x 10 syllables = a perfect 140 syllables/words
Copyright © Hilo Poet | Year Posted 2019
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