Native Freedom

Floating freely through life's breeze
before against scale's feather weighed
soul should sing true, face unafraid
existence's uncertainties.
The poet cannot paint a frieze
of fixed beliefs, of creeds g[r]own greyed,
when round life's reefs fresh foam is sprayed
to welcome ephemerities
whose very evanescence sees
who'd seize the day is well repaid!
There is no rule to be obeyed,
authority which whims would freeze.
From flight to further flight the mind
Must [l]ink think/thought, before/behind.

Thus voice for choice which 'we may' frees
sloughs off old skin, traditions staid,
won't be sidetracked or waylayed
by top/down frown authorities
which from their own survival trees
hang bitter fruit, won't be gainsaid,
but self-perpetuate man made
lop-sided laws which rob hope's keys
from prostrate puppets on string knees.
Blind servitude won't make the grade,
nor may the suicidal blade
which would wield freedom's enemies.
Open options underlined
by understanding freedom find.

poem by Jonathan Robin
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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