Friday, September 27, 2013

Wired Freedom

Life is no different than when I was a child
four score and twenty years ago I too
was behind barbed wires

innocently brave went along the road
never feeling dangers lurking on board
parents made it safe

once on green land all was peace
love togetherness sharing with ease
enough food all in plenty

King Odysseus left on a journey
Our Quaid went in eternal sleep
we were not so lucky

it is horrific as worldly kings  send
so many hidden killers on hire and rent
to finish the new generation 

I grew up in blackouts and wars
hearing sirens  jets and blasts
from barbed to barbed wires

life is still the same what freedom
can be claimed by anyone -I grieve
for my generation and the next

on every road I find no freedom sign
but more wires secured for security
and yet many are dying

what future for the child we have
all the world is now a zone-
no fly no nuke no drone?

the safety wires are no more strong
they cannot save the Freedom and peace
wires may lie for miles along

Freedom Wither?
what peace was wired
is now all gone'


1 comment:

  1. This is a very moving poem. You have lived some treacherous history, so it must especially upset you to see the spread of division, wars, killings - displacement of the innocents. I took special note of how - with all of the efforts expended for supposed "security" - there is less security and freedom than ever. I applaud you for surviving your history, and for continuing to bear witness through your writing.