DON’t CHUNDER DOWN-UNDER!
In the land of the Southern Ocean
Legal forces have been set in motion
Binding those who once wandered free
With restriction: imperious decree
When did wild and free spirit take flight
What became of ‘No worries! She’ll be right!
Once a destiny set for enchainment
Was transformed to a land of attainment
With demeanour of free careless rapture
Like a will-o-the wisp hard to capture
Then fear came like a thief in the night
Where now: ‘No worries! She’ll be right!’
Let that old psyche bring remission
And defy decrees of politicians
And of those who would cower in fearing
Of a threat enabling domineering
Bring a future that still can be bright
With: ‘No worries! And with: ‘She’ll be right!’
Years passed, withal you stood ascendant.
Though many were their concupiscent sexual enticements,
Heretofore you remained earnest in unassailable chasteness.
Little did you know that your undoer is ready to strike at you.
At first sight, your heart intermitted;
On hearing her voice, your soul got excited.
At first felt exhaled breath, you veins got scorched.
At first touch, your mind got into nigrification.
Sensationally, you were ready to grant all my thoughts.
Why just a whistle could kill a soldier like you, you could not fathom.
After things happened, thence your enchainment emerged.
You turned slave but to the lustfulness.
The sight, breath, flesh, and touch became lords over you.
Without regrets, they pleasantly caress you to go against the Lord’s wills.
Now, whence cometh your redemption?
Voltaire says, “...a man is free the moment he wants to be”.
Only you can free yourself from your self-created incarceration
Set yourself liberated from the captivity of your negativity.
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