Rites which Rights Forget

Disembark repressive self-control
Try, fly, soar high, reversing former role,
self-sacrifice (however noble cause)
is self-destruction tunnelling blind mole.

Is there a yonder-land? Eternal kiss?
can Kismet compensate for souls we miss?
hope, honor, harmony may music make -
but once departed echoes sonic hiss.

Refuse scorched Phoenix flight from embers torn
right thing for the wrong reason when reborn,
straitjackets fall when soul's prepared to change
and range upon strange paths ignoring scorn.

Hadj is within, not Meccan pilgrimage,
let youth's top spin, forgetfullness with age
takes carefreeness and fun, converting both
to rites which rights forget, internal cage!

(1 April 2012)

poem by Jonathan Robin
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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