Freedom's Siren Call
The Freedom of a Bird is Promordial
The Lure of Freedom
In days of freedom that have gone bye,
Knees were bent to prostrate to a lie.
Basic rights to living were then denied
And all that was descent was defied.
Looks of contempt came from the snide,
As many folk were forced to step aside.
All manner of ill and disrespect were tried
As sins abounding drove decency to hide.
New paradigms reach forth to the sky.
New ways to trick and pretend to be high
But always ending in a toboggan slide
From heaven’s high to hell bye and bye.
Do not stand there idle and just sigh.
Do not just stand there immobile and cry.
No! No! Do not let the dream die!
Take up mind and arm and fight to nigh.
Retake stripped off freedom as your guide!
Shed light on darkness and go out to ride!
Learn to understand, take the correct side.
Return to your nature, put falseness aside.