FREEDOM

I've not tasted freedom
For a few years past,
Sobriety and abstaining
I was tied to the mast.
I've lived in false hope
For a love out of reach,
The knife when it struck
A blow that would teach.
Trust minus the T
Of a heart turned to rust,
With love on sodden paper
Stamped into the dust.
All the lies, the deceit
Packaged in a snakes eye,
Then a wave of the finger
Hope sentenced to die.

Freedom appeared
On that portentous day,
Her words were parried, countered
Shackles loosened, she just flew away.
Standing there, as her words
Dripping with devil may care,
My eyes transmitted to the brain
A life laid bare.
A battle lost, flag tattered and bloody
Martin Luther, his words suddenly cast,
I smile alone, I've now won the war
"I'm free at last.... Free at last"
Fate is inexorable
I'd lost a penny, but found a pound,
This Englishman and his new love Mercedes
Will live again, just cruising around.
Freedom!!!

Phil Hall
Copyright: philthepoet@ blogspot.com

June 2017