Freedom
He freed himself
From the human disease,
Our misery, lies and
Conformist ease.
He pledged himself
A life from hate
His god he trusted--
Embedded distaste.
He found the loophole
Buried under debris,
He found the key
Under conformity.
He freed himself from human illness
He broke away from love and hate,
His words of calm and deliberate stillness,
Are words we do not contemplate.
Though I hear him today,
In those deep memories,
I can hear what he would say,
About his freedom... his discovery.
Copyright © Elliot Randall | Year Posted 2014
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